Chapter Five
The four of them sat at the table, watching Elliott and Collie's parents, the St. John's, laughing and making utter fools of themselves. Actually it was pretty funny and the girls had gotten into it just as much. The tradition had been carried on through the decades, through global warming which caused the oranges to be extremely small, not really very orange any more and very expensive. Plus the water level of the Seine was so much lower than ever, too, but still, Parisians and finally again, tourists, were once again enjoying the popular evening entertainment.
Elliott enjoyed seeing his beautiful Mom with an orange under her chin trying to pass it on to another gentleman, who seemed to appreciate her chest immensely. He watched his father. Now that was the real entertainment. Whew, if he could ever find someone who made him that jealous. Would that ever happen, a love who could match the one between his parents?
Now the dancing would begin. Elliott really didn't know why he hadn't just handed the folks the tickets and met somewhere else but they had all been having a good time. Yet he felt, rather than saw, that Heather and Kara were somehow disappointed. Maybe it was because after initially meeting them, Collie seemed very quiet. Way too quiet for Red. Ell knew his sister. Something big was going on in that head.
But he had to be the gentleman so he asked first Kara and then Heather to dance. Then the ice was broken and partners started lining up for the girls. Still, Collie just wasn't herself. No, he was going to have to dance with her and find out what the hell was going on.
Because it was downright disturbing.