This novel is still a work
in progress and hasn't got a proper name. I simply named it Honoria
after the main character. Honoria (call me Honey) is a the new
Technical Director for a small, regional theatre in Tennessee. She
meets Chet, the son of the owners, late one night, when she
accidentally gets in bed with him, then proceeds to scream and throw
her shoe at him.
The next day, she meets his
twin brother, Ed, who joins them at a start of the summer barbecue
hosted by their parents. The Lighting of the Grill is a big deal at
their house. Ed and Honey sit back to watch. I like this scene because,
although it has some humorous elements, it's not all funny. Ed is an
interesting and complex character. He's a support role, but a very
interesting one, who fortunately didn't try to take over the book.
Ray was already at the main
house working outside with his father and Chet's, struggling to light
the grill. It was really more like a fire pit. A huge brick
structure, about three feet square. It had vents and an area for wood
and charcoal under a grill made from metal grid work.
"You still don't have
that lit?" Chet walked over to help.
Eddie took Honey's elbow,
steering her to the large back porch and deck area. There were
several coolers around. He led her up to them.
"Blue is beer, red is
soft drinks," he explained. "White is ice. Name your
poison."
"I'll take a beer."
She rarely indulged, but
tonight was special, she didn't have to drive home. He handed her a
cold Heineken, dropping the cooler lid with a thump. Pointing to the
men at the grill, he chuckled.
"They'll be at it
awhile. Each has a very distinct opinion as to how it should be lit.
It's a long debate every time."
"Who wins?" Honey
was interested despite herself.
"Whoever actually
lights the sucker." Eddie led her to a picnic table under a
tree. "So far this year Chet and Uncle Ed are tied at two, Ray's
next at one and Dad's zero. Dad's usually at zero."
"Bummer. What's your
score?"
"I don't actually enter
the debate," Eddie explained. "I sit around and make
caustic, biting remarks, throw in my two cents and make a complete
pain in the ass of myself."
"I see. So you don't
offer anything constructive?"
"I function best in an
advisory capacity. Excuse me for a second." He walked over,
looked at what they were doing, clucked his tongue and shook his
head. "If you do that, you'll set yourselves on fire."
"Shut up, Eddie,"
they chorused.
"Don't say I didn't
warn you when the paramedics arrive."
Saluting with his beer, he
sat back down languidly. He stretched out his long legs, crossing his
ankles as he leaned an elbow on the table. Honey stared at his
profile for a full minute before she realized she was staring.
Blinking rapidly, she dropped her gaze.
"It's all right,"
he said without looking at her. "I don't mind if you stare at
me." His dark eyes flickered toward hers. "I rather like
it." He smiled, so like Chet it was disarming.
"I'm sorry. I was
noticing similarities," she stammered. "You look so much
alike."
"We're not identical,"
he explained. "But we look it."
"There are a few
differences," she stammered, glancing at Chet by the grill.
"Like what?"
"Your eyes aren't as
dark as his. And the shape of your mouth and jaw, not quite the
same." She pointed indistinctly, feebly motioning with her
finger at her own lips.
"I'm not a lot like
him," he commented in a flat tone. "I'm not the warm,
cuddly type he is. I'm actually rather a cold, sarcastic bastard."
"I think that's for
show." Honoria observed quietly. "I think you're really
incredibly insecure and use sarcasm to protect yourself from getting
hurt."
He took a long pull at his
beer. "Interesting observation." He wouldn't look at her.
"And I'm right."
"I didn't say that."
His eyes cast angrily her way.
"You didn't have to.
The expression in your eyes changed. I hit it right on the head. But
admitting it would mean I'd gotten too close and you don't like
that."
"I'm not disagreeing
with you. Go on, Dr. Freud."
"I have to wonder what
hurt you so much that your confidence is that damaged. Pardon my
stating the obvious, but you're totally gorgeous. You're intelligent
and you have a funny, if scathing, sense of humor. So why do you try
so hard to keep people away?"
"No, really. Is that
what you think? Do go on." His voice was cold, his manner terse.
"Sorry. I've offended
you."
"Actually, I'm
fascinated. I never knew all this about myself." His dark eyes
flashed dangerously. "Don't think that because you've said all
this that we'll be bosom buddies for life."
"I never thought. . .
."
"You're so sure you
have me figured out. I'm not saying you're right, but I'm not
disagreeing either. Life's short and full of shit." He shrugged.
"People fall in love, they die, such is life." He knocked
back the rest of his beer.
The fire in the grill
started suddenly, making the four men around it jump back with a
startled yell. Honoria's attention was directed toward them for a
moment. When she turned back, Ed was gone.
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