“And don’t let him win,” she said.
“Let who win?” Scott asked.
“I’m not sure, she refuses to tell me,” Rosemary said with a shoulder shrug.
“See what I mean,” Scott said, sounding exasperated. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“It means, my young one, let things happen and don’t try to fight what is about to happen in your life.”
“So, you don’t know if something good or bad is coming my way?”
“Nope,” she answered. “But don’t try to change fate, it never works out well when we try to intervene.”
“Okay, from now on, keep Katarina’s premonitions to yourself,” Scott said, looking away from Rosemary.
“I hear you plan on opening a kinky club?”
He turned and looked at her. “I guess Chance spoke to you about it?”
She walked over to the table and picked up her purse then stood by the entryway of the kitchen and living room. “I haven’t seen Chance since he left this morning to meet with Donald.”
“So how did you find out?”
“Katarina told me.” She smirked. “She and I think it’s a brilliant idea. After all, you and Chance aren’t the only kinky ones living in Vale Valley.” She winked and walked out of the kitchen, leaving Scott speechless.
Chapter Four
Quintus walked into his mom’s diner and smiled, watching her speak to her customers.
He loved the diner’s setup which revealed his mother’s love of the 1950’s. It was the perfect spot on the main street that gave you a beautiful view of anyone passing by, no matter the time of day. The diner was just as beautiful on the outside with her name in bright neon lights. On the inside—white painted walls, stainless steel counters, red and white booth seats, finished with polished black and white, checkered floors.
A fifties style jukebox sat next to the counter playing music from all generations. The walls were lined with actors and actresses of his mother’s secret crushes, specifically Braxton Boroson who acted in a few 1950’s themed movies. Elizabella was infatuated with the handsome actor who seemed to ooze sensuality on the screen. Quintus had to admit the man was gorgeous.
Elizabella valued all of her customers and talking to them was an essential part of their dining experience. Whether it was their first or twentieth time coming to the diner, Elizabella made time to speak to them. Quintus thought his mother was the most beautiful human being inside and out. She was short in stature, but over the years and since they made a new life in Vale Valley, he could see Elizabella’s strength and her “take no shit”attitude. Everyone who came in contact with her always commented on her caring and loving nature.
Elizabella had long, dark hair reaching down to the back of her legs. Quintus used to wish sometimes he'd gotten his mother’s light green eyes, instead of his father’s light brown,almost gold color. He used to hate looking in the mirror and seeing his father looking back at him. In high school, he’d cut his hair short on the sides leaving it long enough on the top to cover his eyes until he started college and let it grow out. Then he’d learned to accept his eye color was never going to change.
“Quinny, what are you doing here?” Elizabella asked as she walked over to him.
“I came to see how you’re doing. When I stopped by a couple of days ago, you weren’t here.”
“Yes, I’d decided to take the morning off,” she told him.
Quintus looked over his mother wondering if anything was wrong. Except for Fridays when the diner was closed, she never took a day off. “Is everything all right? Why didn’t you call me?”
“Everything is fine. I decided to spend the day with Gabe.”
“Is he all right?”
“Boy, stop your worrying. We are both fine. We simply decided to take the day off and be like teenagers again. I wanted to be loved by him and he by me. It’s what people do when they are in love. You’ll understand one day.”
“Good, you can’t fault a son for worrying about his favorite girl?” He leaned down and kissed on her cheek. He didn’t miss the slight coloring in her cheeks.
“Shouldn’t that be the other way around,” she said cupping his cheek when he stepped back. Her brows creased together. “You look tired. You’re working too much...when was the last time you took some time off?”
It had been a while, but he wasn’t going to tell his mom that. “I’m fine. I’ve been waking up a bit early, that’s all.”
“If you say so.” She stared at him a bit longer. “I’ve been dreaming about fish.”
