St Muckymuck, Season 2: Afternoon Tea for Three

 Emma knocked.  The door opened.  "Hello, Ms. St. Peters."

"Why, Mr. Grady," she said, pleasantly surprised.  "How are you?"

"I'm in excellent health and spirits, my dear.  And how are you?"

"Oh, I'm very well, Tom.  Very well indeed."

"You're looking as fit as I've ever seen you," said Mr. Grady, a handsome man of sixty, his eyes sweeping Emma's feline figure.  "Please do come in.  Your hostess awaits you in the garden.  I'll be just a mo."

"That's lovely, my good man," said Emma, as the man bowed, kissed her hand, and hurried from the room.

ST MUCKYMUCK

Season 2

WRITTEN BY STEVEN GORMAN

WHAT YOU ARE READING IS:

IRRELIGIOUS, IRREVERENT, AND IRRELEVANT.

THE PEOPLE, PLACES, AND EVENTS CONTAINED IN ST MUCKYMUCK ARE COMPLETELY FICTIONAL. ANY AND ALL RESEMBLANCES TO REAL PEOPLE, REAL PLACES, AND/OR REAL EVENTS PAST, PRESENT, OR FUTURE IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.

He returned in a few moments.  "Please walk this way, Ms. St Peters," he said, extending an arm.

"I'd follow you anywhere," said Emma, as she took his arm.

"Do you remember the night we walked together in Paris?" he asked.

"I do, indeed, Tom," she looked at him out of the corner of her eye.

"It was 1944," he said, as the two strolled together.

(He sings:)  The lights glimmering and shimmering in the Seine.

(She continues:) Our hearts fleeting and beating as one.

(Together:)  

The stars all aglow

As we pranced to and fro.

How I wish we could do it again!

(Grady sings:)

How I wish we could do it again.

What do you think, my fair lady?

(Emma sings:)

How I wish we could do it again.

I quite agree, dear Grady.

(Together:)

Just to hold your sweet hand

Makes me feel so grand.

Let's do it again.

Why don't we do it again?

Take, oh take my hand.

After a short dance in the hallway, they arrived in the garden where a warm sun and light breeze greeted them.  "To be continued, Tom," said Emma, her eyes on his.

"Yes, my Sweet, most indubitably," he kissed her hand.  "He turned toward the center of the garden.  Ms. St. Peters to see you, Ma'am."

"Thank you, Tom," came the reply.  "I see you've wasted no time rekindling an old wartime flame."

He blushed.  Four corgi dogs came scrambling up to Emma, barking excitedly, each trying their best to get all of her attention.  "Hello my sweet boys," she said.  Trying to pet them all without being knocked over.

"Emma, welcome, welcome!  Aren't you a sight for sore eyes."

"Hello, Bessie, my best friend at all times.  It's been far too long --- far, far too long."

"I'll leave you two to get reacquainted," said Tom.

"Nonsense!" said Bessie.  "You must stay and talk with us, Tommie.  Come on!!  I insist."

"Well," he said, hesitating.  "Allright, Ma'am."

"Oh, how wonderful.  The old team back together after ages and ages," said Bessie.  "I'll ask Sylvia to bring us tea."

(c) 2012. Steven Gorman.  All rights reserved.