A family around the dinner table: mother, father, first born son, the middle sister, and the youngest daughter. A spot lights on the SON and he rises in his seat while the rest of his family is in FREEZE mode.
SON: Bonjour! No, pardon moi, I'm not French. But I had a French girlfriend in college so that mean I almost was...? No? Okay, then, jeez, tough crowd. I'll go with 'hello.' HELLO. My name is James, and this right here - this is my family. Well - some of my family. The family I was born to and was raised with. My mother, father, sister and sister. My other family, my every-day family is the family I formed with my wife Shelby. We have two little ones now. Oxford and Chase. Two little blond boys who take after my wife with their British accents and blonde hair. But enough about them. Because they're not here today. See, my father who is the obvious looking aging man chewing into ribs like nobody's business - he asked for me, and my sisters to come solo this evening. No kids. No partners. Just us, like old times. He asked for this. He said it was his last wish. He said there is nothing he wants to do more than have a family dinner with his kids. We made it. We all flew in with equal parts resentments and curiosity and now here we are, waiting for the moment the old man will get done swallowing and tell us what's going in. Anytime dad. Anytime.
To Be Continued...
In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
Header Art: Daniel Landerman