“Good morning folks! We’re Bob and Jo Parsons, and we’re from North Carolina. Where are you all from?”
“Hi. Mark; my wife Rachel. From Boston.”
“Lovely to meet you both. Our hostess said that both of the coffee pots are the same, regular.”
[…]
“Here’s some biscuits for you. Would you all like ham with your eggs? Okay. Anything else I can get for you? Mark, do you need more cream for your coffees?”
“Sure. Thank you.”
“Oh well we’ve got some more on our table you could take.”
“I can just bring some more.”
[…]
“These peaches are just perfect. I think you’d have to go all the way to Georgia to find ‘em this good.”
“They grow them here, too. Other side of the mountains.”
“Did you come over that way?”
“No, but we’ve been there before.”
“I see, I see. We drove out here right from SeaTac. We’ll be heading up into the national forest on Tuesday.” / “We once spent six days driving from St. Louis to Chicago. It’s a five hour drive!” / “We did, we did. Our watchword is, ‘don’t rush’.” / “Our other watchword is, ‘don’t be a tourist.’ We don’t like to go anywhere buses go.”
[…]
“Good morning! We’re Bob and Jo Parsons, and we’re from North Carolina. Where are you folks from?”
“And a good morning to you as well! We are Harold and Valerie. We are from Tennessee.”
“We used to live near Knoxville. Hello neighbours! Coffee pots are the same, both regular. We have more cream here if you need it.”
“These blueberries are enormous.”
“We once visited a little copper town in Tennessee, built up on a hillside like this one here. All of the workers were provided houses in town, and if they got promoted, they moved up the hill! Each job came with a specific house.”
“I suppose you could move down the hill, too!”
[…]
“This view reminds me of Bellingham.” / “Yeah, with the hill and harbor and …”
“Oh is Bellingham nice? We talked about going, but we’re spending a few extra days here instead.”
“They’re both nice.” […] “Some of the houses are similar, too.” / “I love these houses. The mid-century modern, the porches and balconies.” / “The paned-glass windows …”
“Did you take the architecture tour of the neighbourhood? It sounds interesting.”
“We walked around on our own.”
[…]
“So Bob and Jo, what brings you out to Washington?”
“We’re taking a little summer vacation.”
“We are too.” / “And Mark and Rachel, what …”
“Oooh, let me guess! Newlyweds.”
“Are you on your honeymoon?”
“The wedding wasn’t yesterday, was it?”
“Last week.”
“So it is your honeymoon!”
“Congratulations.”
“Yes, congratulations.”
“Thanks.”
[…]
“Mark and Rachel don’t say much.” / “I think they’re busy with their food.”
“All set with those plates? I can get those out of your way.”
“We’ll be checking out soon.”
“Just ring the bell when you’re ready.”
“Oh you’re only here one night? We won’t see you tomorrow?”
“That’s right.” […] “Thank God.”
“Nice meeting you!”
[…]
Matthew Brennan is a writer and freelance editor based in the Pacific Northwest. Having earned his MFA in fiction from Arizona State University, he remains on the editorial staff of the Hayden’s Ferry Review. Brennan received several awards and fellowships for his fiction, which has most recently appeared in Ginger Piglet, The Molotov Cocktail, Fiddleblack, and Pure Slush, and is forthcoming from Trigger and The Eunoia Review.
