[Ficlet] After the State Dinner

[hell_of_heaven]

"Resin," Martha says, staring at Lionel with an expression that is hovering somewhere between puzzlement and admiration (tinted, by this point in the evening, by judicious amounts of alcohol). "You talked to the Trade Secretary about resin for forty-five minutesLionel unknots his bowtie, and smiles. "I had to do something while my beautiful date

Comments

[mom_of_steel]

Hahahahaha. So, so cute. Drunkish Martha is delightful as ever. And I'm glad you wrote this instead of me.

[hell_of_heaven]

Your version would have had significantly less resin, I image ;-)