2024-08-01 “Dinner For…Three” by Emma

Well, I’m in my bedroom getting ready for bed and my mind’s abuzzing. I dont’ even know why! But the picture is from earlier.

An’ I know Merritt’s gonna see this, same as I see his posts. Fact is, as you know, we’re putting all our posts on Blogger so as you can go back and read them all anytime you want to.

So, I guess we’ll have to talk about this.

Started this morning when I ‘as saying bye to Merritt and said I’d make a meal for tonight, ‘case I found a place on the Internet with recipes. Well, at lunch he called an’ said a woman at work was gonna come eat with us ‘case her ‘partment had the water off to replace some pipes an’ they had put e’erybody in a hotel for the night.

I didn’t think nothing of it, and just added some to the recipes and set another plate. I didn’t think nothing of it till she got here.

Then I got to feel like she didn’t belong. Like she was sort of butting in.

Now she seemed like a real nice woman, and truth tol’ I’d like to visit with her now and then. But I didn’t like it that she had come with Merritt. I know I haven’t got a claim on him, and that’s why my head’s all jobberdy-jumpy. It’s like a part of my brain don’t know. It’s like a part of my brain’s got notions about him that it ain’t tol’ me yet.

Well, anyway, it was a nice meal and we had a good talk, the three of us. I s’pose I’ll just sit her and work this around in my thinking ‘till I get a chance to talk with Merritt and see what he has to say about this post.

Enough on that. I start my actor job Friday night! It’s called opening night, and Merritt said he’d be there, naturally. I can’t believe I get paid for just telling folk how it is to be a dirt-poor sharecropper.

Thanks for reading my stories.