Lillian Byrne took a small bite of the corner of her dainty cucumber sandwich. She lifted her napkin to dab at her lips as she watched her guest. He did not take a small bite. He took three of the sandwiches and shoved them all into his mouth at one time. His napkin stayed draped over one knee, a saucer balanced precariously on the other knee. The china cup, dwarfed in his large hand, poised for him to take a gulp of tea to wash the sandwiches down. Lillian laughed softly.
?Wha??? To Mason?s credit he didn?t spray bread crumbs.
?Come along, Mason. Let?s fix you a real sandwich.? Lillian set aside her napkin and cup of tea. Mason quickly gulped a swallow of tea and relieved himself of the saucer and napkin so he could get up out of his chair before the older woman rose. When she did he was readily offering her his arm.
Much like the teacup, the woman seemed fragile and tiny next to the mountain of a man as they walked through the paneled halls of the manor home. Their entry into the large kitchen interrupted the cook and drivers shared tea time. They didn?t seem put out as Lillian told them to take their time with the afternoon shopping and suggested they take a drive along the river.
Mason watched the pair leave, his brow furrowing for a moment as his mind reviewed what he had just seen in the exchange of glances between the cook and driver. ?Wait...? He turned to look at Lillian, grinning. ? Danvers finally broke through cook?s cast iron defenses? Danvers and Mary are bumping ugly?!??
Lillian pulled open the cooler and started loading Mason?s arms up with covered plates, jars and condiments. ?Bumping ugly? Mason? She shook her head and tsked as she turned him and pointed to the butcher block table. ?Danvers is simply teaching Mary the fine art of stick shifting.? She said it so matter of fact someone might even think she was talking about driving lessons. Mason narrowed his eyes and gave her a look as he set everything down. ?Maybe one day he will teach her how to actually drive a car too.?
With the table laden down with sandwich fixings Mason poured them both a nice cold lager and settled in a seat. He and Lillian chit chatted as she constructed his sandwich. She regaled him with the latest of the Blue Hair Brigade, as Mason had labeled the group of wealthy elderly society women, gossip. Mason gave her an update on how things were going at work but Lillian noticed he hadn?t mentioned Eva.
Lillian leaned and placed the plated sandwich before Mason. It was a thing of beauty to him. Layers of roast, ham, turkey, cheddar, havarti and swiss cheese interspersed with layers of lettuce, tomato, pickle and onion wedged between slices of spicy mustard slathered bread. As with any good dagwood sandwich the first step to eating it was mushing it down. Mason mushed the first half then took a big bite. He nodded his approval to Lillian as he chewed happily.
Lillian smiled as she watched him enjoying the sandwich. It reminded her of days long past when she would have a sandwich like that waiting for her husband, Billy, when he came home for lunch. Her gaze strayed to the small diamond ring and wedding band on her finger. Her smile softened with the flood of memories that were enough to make her blue eyes swim with emotion.
As Mason chewed he was watching Lillian. His eyes followed the path of her gaze to the ring. Mason had escorted Lillian to enough social functions to know she had enough diamonds and jewels to make that one look like a speck of dust in comparison. It was time to reveal the real reason he had come to visit today. He swallowed and wiped his mouth before he spoke in a soft tone.
?Lil, I want to buy Eva a ring.?
?Wha??? To Mason?s credit he didn?t spray bread crumbs.
?Come along, Mason. Let?s fix you a real sandwich.? Lillian set aside her napkin and cup of tea. Mason quickly gulped a swallow of tea and relieved himself of the saucer and napkin so he could get up out of his chair before the older woman rose. When she did he was readily offering her his arm.
Much like the teacup, the woman seemed fragile and tiny next to the mountain of a man as they walked through the paneled halls of the manor home. Their entry into the large kitchen interrupted the cook and drivers shared tea time. They didn?t seem put out as Lillian told them to take their time with the afternoon shopping and suggested they take a drive along the river.
Mason watched the pair leave, his brow furrowing for a moment as his mind reviewed what he had just seen in the exchange of glances between the cook and driver. ?Wait...? He turned to look at Lillian, grinning. ? Danvers finally broke through cook?s cast iron defenses? Danvers and Mary are bumping ugly?!??
Lillian pulled open the cooler and started loading Mason?s arms up with covered plates, jars and condiments. ?Bumping ugly? Mason? She shook her head and tsked as she turned him and pointed to the butcher block table. ?Danvers is simply teaching Mary the fine art of stick shifting.? She said it so matter of fact someone might even think she was talking about driving lessons. Mason narrowed his eyes and gave her a look as he set everything down. ?Maybe one day he will teach her how to actually drive a car too.?
With the table laden down with sandwich fixings Mason poured them both a nice cold lager and settled in a seat. He and Lillian chit chatted as she constructed his sandwich. She regaled him with the latest of the Blue Hair Brigade, as Mason had labeled the group of wealthy elderly society women, gossip. Mason gave her an update on how things were going at work but Lillian noticed he hadn?t mentioned Eva.
Lillian leaned and placed the plated sandwich before Mason. It was a thing of beauty to him. Layers of roast, ham, turkey, cheddar, havarti and swiss cheese interspersed with layers of lettuce, tomato, pickle and onion wedged between slices of spicy mustard slathered bread. As with any good dagwood sandwich the first step to eating it was mushing it down. Mason mushed the first half then took a big bite. He nodded his approval to Lillian as he chewed happily.
Lillian smiled as she watched him enjoying the sandwich. It reminded her of days long past when she would have a sandwich like that waiting for her husband, Billy, when he came home for lunch. Her gaze strayed to the small diamond ring and wedding band on her finger. Her smile softened with the flood of memories that were enough to make her blue eyes swim with emotion.
As Mason chewed he was watching Lillian. His eyes followed the path of her gaze to the ring. Mason had escorted Lillian to enough social functions to know she had enough diamonds and jewels to make that one look like a speck of dust in comparison. It was time to reveal the real reason he had come to visit today. He swallowed and wiped his mouth before he spoke in a soft tone.
?Lil, I want to buy Eva a ring.?