It`s time for Tuesday Tales.
Today we have an excerpt from Reflections of Cypress, Love’s Journeys #2.
Please do bear in mind that these snippets are unedited so please be kind if you find any mistakes.
This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by!
I choked on my orange wedge. Wow, okay, Auntie G had some chutzpah. “Well, I might create my own brand of steamer trunks.”
She smiled. It was the first time that her mouth had pulled upward. I wasn’t sure that was a good thing.
“Ah, yes, the steamer trunks. So many people today are using them. So, you plan to sell steamer trunks and frolic with other young men with too much money and too little supervision.”
I chewed on my orange as I tried to decipher if she were being sincere or sarcastic. I was leaning toward sarcasm when she reached over to lift another silver bell. She rang it once. Giada appeared from inside, her eyes searching the table.
“We’ll need some wet wipes for the little one,” Ginerva informed the housekeeper. Giada looked at me, smiled warmly, and then went off. I rushed to wipe my face and fingers on my napkin. “Giada will bring you something to remove the tackiness. For me, I will say this and then I must be off to the library for a reading. I am not willing to allow you, the only heir to the fortune that generations of Bonetti’s have slaved over one hundred and fifty years to build, to toss it aside to make a fool of yourself on the Tic Tok. Your foolishness ends now. We will mold you into a man who can take the reins of our legacy in this year. I will not accept anything less. So, to that end, I will line someone up for your lessons in Italian beginning tomorrow. Then we will start teaching you the business.”
“Did you not just hear me say that I don’t want to be a farmer?” Giada slipped in, handed me a warm wash cloth, and then disappeared back inside.
“I do not think you know what you want to be.”
I snorted. That was ridiculous. Of course I knew what I wanted to be. I wanted to be…well, something that would make people notice me. For once.
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Susanne Matthews says
Excellent post. Poor guy. It’s not easy living up to expectations that aren’t your own, especially when you don’t know what yours are.
Flossie Benton Rogers says
Auntie G is not taking no for an answer. Sounds like he has a time ahead of him!
Jean C. Joachim says
Love Auntie G and the way she quietly, but firmly takes charge of him. I fully expect she’ll have him towing the line quite soon. He should be grateful. Maybe in the end he will be. Story is intriguing!!
Trisha Faye says
Great scene. I love how you worked the word prompt in. Perfect use of foolishness.
Tricia says
Wow. Auntie is strict. I could picture her with a tight gray bun. Love his feelings on why he doesn’t want to be a farmer. Great job!