Tagline: Libby loved the story of her grandparents' romance. And she loved it even more the second time around!
As usual, instead of analyzing my own story, I am posting it here with all the changes Johnene made to it. I do this for myself as much as I do it for you guys. It's always interesting to see exactly what she did. New material is in blue.
Libby and her grandparents
, Eugene and Pam, were attending the Taste of
Newhall food festival. The evening was pleasant, and
the three of them took their time as they walked from booth to booth, sampling
foods from , where for a fee, they had their pick of samples from dozens
of local restaurants.
When they reached the booth for Home Sweet Bistro, a dark-haired man in a white chef’s jacket greeted them.
“Good evening,” he said. “I’m Aaron Porter, chef and owner of Home Sweet Bistro.”
smiled at took in his friendly demeanor smile and warm brown eyes. “I’m Libby Wells and these are my . My grandparents, Eugene and Pam Hardy. We’re shopping around tonight and
I are looking for a place to hold their fiftieth anniversary party.”
Aaron whistled. “Fifty years. Congratulations.”
“Thank you,” Grandpa Eugene said, then, “
That looks like Is that meatloaf and mashed potatoes ,?” Grandpa Eugene said. He’d been relatively
silent so far, letting Libby and Grandma Pam discuss the food.
Aaron said, handing handed them each
a samples. “ My Our specialty is comfort food with a twist.”
I love Can’t
beat comfort food .,” Eugene said. “This
meatloaf is almost as good as yours, Pam.” He winked at Aaron. I vote
for this place,” Eugene said, still chewing.
“Be honest, sweetheart,” Pam said, “this is better than any meatloaf I ever made.”
Libby silently agreed with her grandmother. She chewed slowly, tasting—what was it?
“Delicious,” Libby said.
Aaron led her to his cubbyhole of an office, then asked, “Where are Eugene and Pam?”
he asked. They
sat in his cubbyhole of an office.
“Grandpa wasn’t feeling well and Grandma Pam didn’t want to leave him.”
She said whatever I decided on would be fine.”
“Nothing serious, I hope?” Aaron’s face showed concern.
expression darkened with worry. “I hope it’s not
“No, just a cold,” Libby said.
she answered. “A
little tender loving care and he’ll “He’ll be
back on his feet in no time.”
“I read somewhere that
said married men live longer,” Aaron said, smiling. Just goes to show you what the love of a
good woman can do. “How “So, how did they
meet?” Aaron asked.
“What kind of surprise?”
was it?” Aaron asked, leaning forward.
“An invitation to dinner.” Libby held back a smile.
“On a napkin?” Aaron asked.
Libby laughed. “No! One word, written on the plate with a squeeze bottle of ketchup.
really small invitation. All it It said
was ‘Dinner?’ Grandma said yes, and the rest is history.”
and leaned forward. “So we definitely serve We need to have French
fries on the menu for at the party.”
“You’re right!” Libby said. “And
what if I’m making make a little program type thing. ? I’m thinking a little A
storybook that tells about my grandparents’ about their life together.
Of course, it’ll start with the French fry story.” , including
the tale of how they met, so the guests will understand about the fries.”
loves meat and potatoes kind of guy, .”
Now all we have to do is decide on And what about dessert? .”
looks like we’ll have the strawberry shortcake? .”
rightOkay, Libby,” he said, standing fingering the check thoughtfully.
“I guess we’re all set.”
“Yes?” She turned with a questioning look
your grandpa Eugene I hope he feels
“Oh, sure. Of course.”
She told herself
a man like that Aaron probably
wasn’t single anyway.
night of the party two weeks later was a
success. , everything went splendidly. The guests of honor and all
the friends and family loved Libby’s grandparents
were thrilled with the storybook she’d made “in
honor of their storybook romance,” and everyone
raved about the food. how the
food tied in with Eugene and Pam’s fifty years together. Libby got a warm
feeling in her heart every time she looked at her grandparents and how happy
they were. When the strawberry shortcake was served, everyone it was time for dessert, all the guests agreed it
the strawberry shortcake was the best they’d
All except Libby.
She looked up to see Aaron standing across the room, smiling at her. When their eyes met, he
she gasped, her grandma asked, “What is it, Libby?”
was is history.
I have to admit, my finger got tired from going back and forth to the font color button. The ratio of original words vs. revised words is quite a bit larger than in previous stories of mine. Some of the changes I could see the reasoning behind. Most of them had me puzzled.
I wish she would have left the part about Libby getting a warm feeling when she looked at her grandparents. I also liked her sharing Aaron's message with her grandmother and I was sad to see both parts edited out.
But hey, a sale is a sale!
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