Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters except Andy. But I like to
delude myself into thinking that I kind of own the characters when they've
'grown up'. But not really
THE DINNER
The four sat at the long dining table, with what seemed like a feast in front of them. Tattie sat at the head, and directly to her left sat Walker, across from him Grace, and to Grace's right, Hannah.
"So, Hannah. Tell me what you've been up to lately."
"Oh, Same old, same old, Tattie."
Grace spoke to Hannah.
"Hannah writes for a Women's Magazine."
Walker nearly choked on his whisky.
"Really. Right old feminist, are you Squirt?"
"It's Hannah, and I like to think myself something of a feminist."
Walker was still recovering from his overdose in a sip of the alcohol, and Tattie frowned at him.
"Wokah (A/N: I love the way she talks. At different points, I'll spell it like she makes it sound), stop drinkin so much whisky. You'll get wrinkles."
Walker raised his eyebrows, and half rose his glass at Hannah before he put it down.
"So what's the latest at the magazine, Han?"
Hannah smiled at Grace.
"Oh, there's a benefit in New York next month. You and Andy should come if you can. It's for the Lincoln Street Hospital. They're being recognized for their work concerning children. It really is a wonderful thing. The hospital is considered one of the best on the east coast."
"Wait a minute. Where are you guys holding it?"
"At the Harper Ferry Convention Hall. In Manhattan."
Grace got a mischievous look in her eye, and focused on Walker, who had suddenly taken an interest in his mashed potatoes. He could feel the mischief Grace was radiating.
"Walker, didn't you get an invitation to that?"
"Did I? Don't remember."
"Yes, you did. Oh, but you said it was a waste of a good cause. I'm sorry. He really is such a bear, Hannah. Doesn't believe in benefits and charity."
"Damnit, Grace."
"Walker. Apologize to your sister at once. And especially to Hannah. I will not have this at my table."
Walker bit his cheek, and looked Hannah straight in the eye.
"Hannah, my most sincere apologies."
"Of course, Walker. I really don't pay attention to lost causes."
He raised an eyebrow, which Hannah ignored. She turned to Tattie.
"How's the book coming, Tattie? Grace wrote me all about it."
"Oh, alright. You know how it goes, I'm sure. Walker here always tells me that I've just got to stick with it."
"He's right. Grace, actually sent me part of what you've written. About your safari in Africa. If it's alright with you, I'd like to run it in the May edition."
Tattie looked stunned.
"My work published in Red Aisle (A/N: it's late, that's the name of the magazine. Can't think of anything else). I'd be honored, Hannah."
Walker's head again snapped up.
"You write for Red Aisle?"
Grace shot her brother a 'DUH! STUPID' look.
"Yes. Since I got out of High School. I wrote for them while I worked my way through college.'
Walker's eyes narrowed for a moment.
"You're Hannie."
"You know, I really do hate that name. But it's my pseudonym."
Grace smiled smugly.
"Walker reads your column religiously."
Walker shrugged. He didn't want Hannah to know that he read her column. He really hated feminists- had a few bad run-ins with them in the past, but Hannah seemed different. The truth was, Red Aisle was a brilliant magazine. Geared towards women, it offered many interesting Freelance pieces on opinions from all over the east coast. And of course there was an occasional girly article, which Walker skipped over, but the plain truth was.the reading was good.
"We like to keep our eye on the competition."
Grace inwardly screamed. Walker was an idiot! She could see how much he liked Hannah. If only he didn't talk! Things would be so much better. But.maybe she had a plan.
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THE DINNER
The four sat at the long dining table, with what seemed like a feast in front of them. Tattie sat at the head, and directly to her left sat Walker, across from him Grace, and to Grace's right, Hannah.
"So, Hannah. Tell me what you've been up to lately."
"Oh, Same old, same old, Tattie."
Grace spoke to Hannah.
"Hannah writes for a Women's Magazine."
Walker nearly choked on his whisky.
"Really. Right old feminist, are you Squirt?"
"It's Hannah, and I like to think myself something of a feminist."
Walker was still recovering from his overdose in a sip of the alcohol, and Tattie frowned at him.
"Wokah (A/N: I love the way she talks. At different points, I'll spell it like she makes it sound), stop drinkin so much whisky. You'll get wrinkles."
Walker raised his eyebrows, and half rose his glass at Hannah before he put it down.
"So what's the latest at the magazine, Han?"
Hannah smiled at Grace.
"Oh, there's a benefit in New York next month. You and Andy should come if you can. It's for the Lincoln Street Hospital. They're being recognized for their work concerning children. It really is a wonderful thing. The hospital is considered one of the best on the east coast."
"Wait a minute. Where are you guys holding it?"
"At the Harper Ferry Convention Hall. In Manhattan."
Grace got a mischievous look in her eye, and focused on Walker, who had suddenly taken an interest in his mashed potatoes. He could feel the mischief Grace was radiating.
"Walker, didn't you get an invitation to that?"
"Did I? Don't remember."
"Yes, you did. Oh, but you said it was a waste of a good cause. I'm sorry. He really is such a bear, Hannah. Doesn't believe in benefits and charity."
"Damnit, Grace."
"Walker. Apologize to your sister at once. And especially to Hannah. I will not have this at my table."
Walker bit his cheek, and looked Hannah straight in the eye.
"Hannah, my most sincere apologies."
"Of course, Walker. I really don't pay attention to lost causes."
He raised an eyebrow, which Hannah ignored. She turned to Tattie.
"How's the book coming, Tattie? Grace wrote me all about it."
"Oh, alright. You know how it goes, I'm sure. Walker here always tells me that I've just got to stick with it."
"He's right. Grace, actually sent me part of what you've written. About your safari in Africa. If it's alright with you, I'd like to run it in the May edition."
Tattie looked stunned.
"My work published in Red Aisle (A/N: it's late, that's the name of the magazine. Can't think of anything else). I'd be honored, Hannah."
Walker's head again snapped up.
"You write for Red Aisle?"
Grace shot her brother a 'DUH! STUPID' look.
"Yes. Since I got out of High School. I wrote for them while I worked my way through college.'
Walker's eyes narrowed for a moment.
"You're Hannie."
"You know, I really do hate that name. But it's my pseudonym."
Grace smiled smugly.
"Walker reads your column religiously."
Walker shrugged. He didn't want Hannah to know that he read her column. He really hated feminists- had a few bad run-ins with them in the past, but Hannah seemed different. The truth was, Red Aisle was a brilliant magazine. Geared towards women, it offered many interesting Freelance pieces on opinions from all over the east coast. And of course there was an occasional girly article, which Walker skipped over, but the plain truth was.the reading was good.
"We like to keep our eye on the competition."
Grace inwardly screamed. Walker was an idiot! She could see how much he liked Hannah. If only he didn't talk! Things would be so much better. But.maybe she had a plan.
Like it/hate it? Let me know!