A corner patio table is her reward for being early. She orders herself an iced tea and takes a moment to people watch. It's good to feel the breeze on her face.
Mary looks horrified at the idea that one of her favorite people cannot have macaroni and cheese. "But that's silly," she says, "Daddy makes macaroni and cheese, why can't you have any?"
"Well... admittedly, it's from a box most of the time..."
"I think a great many people are under the mistaken impression that once you get to be my age, you no longer have a taste for it. How you can possibly outgrow cheese is beyond me."
"Oh, trust me, she reminds me of the fact that I'm old every chance she gets, it seems like. Sometimes I even believe it." He grins back at the lovely redhead beside him. "Just as well lactose intolerance doesn't run in the family, huh kiddo?" He reaches over and ruffles Mary's hair, much to her irritation.
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Date: 2012-10-11 04:49 am (UTC)"Well... admittedly, it's from a box most of the time..."
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Date: 2012-10-18 04:14 pm (UTC)Mary's mother looks at Mary's father. She doesn't even try to hide her smile.
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