Grammie announced that she would hold a Formal Spring
Tea Bridal Shower for Clarisse and Samuel.
“Oh, they have been friends since pre-school! Imagine our two families together!”
Nana shook her head. She has
no idea, none at all. Samuel AND
Clarisse-the-she-devil? God help us…she choked at the possibilities.
The day came with the frippery and frivolity that
only Grammie could create. It was as if a
Smurf and Pepto-Bismol had smashed into each other. Guests held comments with great restraint,
smiling at the lovely bride. Being at
Grammie’s hosted events meant that respect, true or false, was
expected.
Clarisse rigidly held back, as if coated in royal
icing. Oh, Samuel…how could you let me fall for this?
As if reading her thoughts, an airplane
flew overhead, pulling a long banner. Clarisse
squinted to read the message.
Clarisse, I love you!
Get the Hell outta there! Samuel
And Clarisse threw off her heels, taking off at a
run. Samuel waited on a Harley,
revved-up and ready to go. In your face, Grammie!
The sites listed below are my intro to a long running character, Samuel, a brilliant sociopath.
