Brigit's Flame Entry- Week 1 April
Title: Pinochle Night
Author: Keppiehed
Rating: PG
Warnings: slight language
Word Count: 1013
Prompt: “schadenfreude”
A/N: Written for week #1 at Brigits_flame. I hope that this embodies the ideal of the prompt word adequately. I was looking for everyday examples of the word, instead of something dramatic. I hope this seems realistic!
“So I heard that there was a party over at the Morris' last Friday. A kegger,” Diane said. “The police had to be called. There were kids in the yard passed out drunk. I bid nine.”
“Ten,” Judy said. “Well, they have three girls, don't they? Girls are trouble, that's what I always say.”
“Guess Alicia and Phil won't go away for a weekend trip next time,” Rosemary commented and shook her head. “I certainly wouldn't have left a houseful of teens on their own like that; what do they expect? Although Rachel would have known better than to pull a stunt like that. I bid twelve.”
“You can have it. I know, I always told my boys I wouldn't stand for it. Not that I'd ever leave them alone for a weekend, but still,” Judy sighed. “It's mine for what? Twelve? Hearts.”
A groan went up as everyone surveyed their hands and threw in their junk. A brief cessation in conversation took place as the cards were dealt and reassessed.
Brenda took advantage of the break to take a bite of the brownie. “Ooh, that's good.”
“Thanks. I got the recipe from a Kraft magazine. It's low-fat,” replied Diane.
“You can't even tell. The chocolate is really rich,” Brenda said. “Did you girls try these?”
“I can't. I'm on a diet,” Diane said as Judy led with the ace. “Time to do something about this baby weight after all these years.”
“Good for you,” Rosemary said, following with a queen. “No time like the present.” Not ever having had a weight issue, she took a bite of brownie and savored it.
Brenda winced and threw the other ace, the only trump she had. “Sorry, partner.”
Diane grinned and threw an off-jack. “I love when that happens, don't you? Hey, I have some good news. Heather got the lead in the play. She's going to be Marian in The Music Man!”
“I heard,” Rosemary said after a pause while Judy collected the trick. “Rachel was up for that role, too.”
“Oh, but you know how Heather had her heart set on that role. She has a beautiful voice. Rachel is more of a … band-type of kid. Is she going to try out for the pit?” Diane asked.
“I wouldn't know,” Rosemary answered stiffly.
“Here's something I do know,” Judy confided as new cards were dealt. She perused her hand. “I bid eleven. I heard that the Santino girl is pregnant.”
“What? No. Fifteen.” Rosemary said. “That can't be right. Who did you hear that from?”
“Fifteen? You must have meld. Pass.” Brenda said. “I heard it, too, from Carolyn. She said that the whole team is talking about it.”
Diane laughed. “Not that I would wish that on any mother-honest, I wouldn't-but didn't Marge have that coming? She always thought that kid of hers was better than the rest, didn't she? Now look at her. God, what a bitch.”
“Bid, Diane.”
“Oh, pass. I can't do fifteen with this hand. You crazy?”
“Hearts, then.” Rosemary kept her cards close to her chest.
“What, again?” Brenda groaned. “I don't have a heart in my hand!”
“Anyway,” Judy went on, “I heard it was the McCaffrey boy, not the other one, that one she's been dating. Joey told me there was a fight at football practice, and they've both been suspended.”
“Ha! Pregnant and a slut!” Diane crowed.
“Diane!”
“Okay, sorry. I know, I know. There but for the grace of God and all. But Heather would never get herself into that kind of situation. And Marge, of all people, head of the PTA for all those years … I swear she did Megan's homework so that kid would come in top honors all those years. Trust me, blondie wasn't smart enough to have gotten valedictorian or whatever on her own steam. Ha. Yeah right. Like anyone believes that.”
“You two have never gotten along, have you? This feud between your kids has been going since way back in kindergarten,” remarked Judy.
“It's because I see Marge for what she really is. I can't believe she doesn't grate on you. She's so fake.”
“Well, I think she's kind of nice,” said Rosemary, pulling an ace of trump to take the trick. “I remember watching Megan sing a solo in choir once, and she had the voice of an angel.” Rosemary kept her eyes on the table.
“Well, whose daughter is singing the lead in the school play and whose daughter is going to be singing lullabies to her brat in high school? That's all I'm saying.” Diane cut herself a slice of brownie and took a bite. “That does taste good. I don't know why I bothered denying myself. It's not much, as far as guilty pleasures go, is it?”
“You know what they say: a moment to the lips, forever on the hips. But I don't have to tell you that,” Rosemary said, her voice cordial.
“No, it isn't me you should be telling at all. Maybe you should share some of your words of wisdom with Rachel, and next year she might have a shot at something other than pit duty,” Diane said, her tone as sweet as the chocolate she swallowed.
Judy collected the cards and tallied the points. “That's the game, ladies.”
“It's over already?” Brenda asked.
“Yup, time flies when you're having fun.”
“Well, I've got to run. It's getting late and Bob likes me home in time for Jeopardy. Same time next week, ladies?”
“I wouldn't miss it for a thing!”
“Aren't we so lucky to be able to see each other like this? Good friends are hard to find, you know.”
They all agreed that pinochle night was the best night of the week.
Author: Keppiehed
Rating: PG
Warnings: slight language
Word Count: 1013
Prompt: “schadenfreude”
A/N: Written for week #1 at Brigits_flame. I hope that this embodies the ideal of the prompt word adequately. I was looking for everyday examples of the word, instead of something dramatic. I hope this seems realistic!
“So I heard that there was a party over at the Morris' last Friday. A kegger,” Diane said. “The police had to be called. There were kids in the yard passed out drunk. I bid nine.”
“Ten,” Judy said. “Well, they have three girls, don't they? Girls are trouble, that's what I always say.”
“Guess Alicia and Phil won't go away for a weekend trip next time,” Rosemary commented and shook her head. “I certainly wouldn't have left a houseful of teens on their own like that; what do they expect? Although Rachel would have known better than to pull a stunt like that. I bid twelve.”
“You can have it. I know, I always told my boys I wouldn't stand for it. Not that I'd ever leave them alone for a weekend, but still,” Judy sighed. “It's mine for what? Twelve? Hearts.”
A groan went up as everyone surveyed their hands and threw in their junk. A brief cessation in conversation took place as the cards were dealt and reassessed.
Brenda took advantage of the break to take a bite of the brownie. “Ooh, that's good.”
“Thanks. I got the recipe from a Kraft magazine. It's low-fat,” replied Diane.
“You can't even tell. The chocolate is really rich,” Brenda said. “Did you girls try these?”
“I can't. I'm on a diet,” Diane said as Judy led with the ace. “Time to do something about this baby weight after all these years.”
“Good for you,” Rosemary said, following with a queen. “No time like the present.” Not ever having had a weight issue, she took a bite of brownie and savored it.
Brenda winced and threw the other ace, the only trump she had. “Sorry, partner.”
Diane grinned and threw an off-jack. “I love when that happens, don't you? Hey, I have some good news. Heather got the lead in the play. She's going to be Marian in The Music Man!”
“I heard,” Rosemary said after a pause while Judy collected the trick. “Rachel was up for that role, too.”
“Oh, but you know how Heather had her heart set on that role. She has a beautiful voice. Rachel is more of a … band-type of kid. Is she going to try out for the pit?” Diane asked.
“I wouldn't know,” Rosemary answered stiffly.
“Here's something I do know,” Judy confided as new cards were dealt. She perused her hand. “I bid eleven. I heard that the Santino girl is pregnant.”
“What? No. Fifteen.” Rosemary said. “That can't be right. Who did you hear that from?”
“Fifteen? You must have meld. Pass.” Brenda said. “I heard it, too, from Carolyn. She said that the whole team is talking about it.”
Diane laughed. “Not that I would wish that on any mother-honest, I wouldn't-but didn't Marge have that coming? She always thought that kid of hers was better than the rest, didn't she? Now look at her. God, what a bitch.”
“Bid, Diane.”
“Oh, pass. I can't do fifteen with this hand. You crazy?”
“Hearts, then.” Rosemary kept her cards close to her chest.
“What, again?” Brenda groaned. “I don't have a heart in my hand!”
“Anyway,” Judy went on, “I heard it was the McCaffrey boy, not the other one, that one she's been dating. Joey told me there was a fight at football practice, and they've both been suspended.”
“Ha! Pregnant and a slut!” Diane crowed.
“Diane!”
“Okay, sorry. I know, I know. There but for the grace of God and all. But Heather would never get herself into that kind of situation. And Marge, of all people, head of the PTA for all those years … I swear she did Megan's homework so that kid would come in top honors all those years. Trust me, blondie wasn't smart enough to have gotten valedictorian or whatever on her own steam. Ha. Yeah right. Like anyone believes that.”
“You two have never gotten along, have you? This feud between your kids has been going since way back in kindergarten,” remarked Judy.
“It's because I see Marge for what she really is. I can't believe she doesn't grate on you. She's so fake.”
“Well, I think she's kind of nice,” said Rosemary, pulling an ace of trump to take the trick. “I remember watching Megan sing a solo in choir once, and she had the voice of an angel.” Rosemary kept her eyes on the table.
“Well, whose daughter is singing the lead in the school play and whose daughter is going to be singing lullabies to her brat in high school? That's all I'm saying.” Diane cut herself a slice of brownie and took a bite. “That does taste good. I don't know why I bothered denying myself. It's not much, as far as guilty pleasures go, is it?”
“You know what they say: a moment to the lips, forever on the hips. But I don't have to tell you that,” Rosemary said, her voice cordial.
“No, it isn't me you should be telling at all. Maybe you should share some of your words of wisdom with Rachel, and next year she might have a shot at something other than pit duty,” Diane said, her tone as sweet as the chocolate she swallowed.
Judy collected the cards and tallied the points. “That's the game, ladies.”
“It's over already?” Brenda asked.
“Yup, time flies when you're having fun.”
“Well, I've got to run. It's getting late and Bob likes me home in time for Jeopardy. Same time next week, ladies?”
“I wouldn't miss it for a thing!”
“Aren't we so lucky to be able to see each other like this? Good friends are hard to find, you know.”
They all agreed that pinochle night was the best night of the week.