Hello Dear Readers! It’s time for the weekly Trifecta Writing Challenge. This week the prompt is the third definition of the word: club: 3a : an association of persons for some common object usually jointly supported and meeting periodically; also : a group identified by some common characteristic b : the meeting place of a club c : an association of persons participating in a plan by which they agree to make regular payments or purchases in order to secure some advantage d : nightclub e : an athletic association or team.
Breaking the Ice
“Listen Nan,” Nan’s pushy neighbor, Velma Vickers, was on her high horse again, “quit puttering around in your kitchen all the live-long day and get out of the house!
“But I’m not puttering, Velma,” Nan had tried to explain, “I’m experimenting with new ingredients from my organic garden. It’s my passion!” Nan said in her soft, unassuming way that Velma half-pretended to listen to while she scrolled through missed calls on her phone.
The following Wednesday, Velma and Nan pulled into the circular drive of Pamela Drapington’s Pendair Heights estate and parked behind a white Range Rover. A thin, beautifully-dressed woman got out – her tanned skin reminded Nan of the perfectly browned turkey she had roasted last Thanksgiving.
“Margaret! When did you get back?” Velma called out to her. Margaret responded with an air of boredom while faking a white smile that could have guided storm-tossed ships on a moonless night. “Yesterday,” she replied.
“Margaret, this is Nan.” Velma said. “She became a member while you were away. I’m very proud of myself for talking Nan, here, into getting out of the house and joining our little club. She usually spends all day in her kitchen!” Velma cackled. “Can you imagine?”
“Hello,” Nan said holding out her hand. Margaret gave Nan a split-second, head-to- toe appraisal. Nan could tell that Margaret had pigeonholed her as a person who was somewhat lacking.
“She looks like she spends all day in her kitchen, alright.” Nan heard Margaret chuckle to Velma under her breath.
“Maggie Darling! You’re back! “Another woman called out. Margaret turned away then leaving Nan’s hand untouched.
It was while walking into the house — Velma, and Margaret chatting while Nan followed behind — that Nan made her decision. She would serve the cake she baked after all.
“Oops!” Nan said to the back of the ladies. “I left my cake in the car! It’s an organic Red-Velvet Poinsettia Cake – I hope it’s good!” Nan announced to everyone — but no one was listening.
Until next time . . . I love you