It’s Always (Sink or) Something…Frank & Stella

unnamed-11-e1462409384457  Zoe’s Cue:  SINK


Stella had shown a trooper’s spirit, serving Frank a lovely lasagna dinner on the lanai furniture they’d moved inside (due to the resulting fiasco when the old dining set was put in storage while expecting ‘new’…which was delayed-damaged-order cancelled); but her muted longing for proper table and chairs was unabated.

Oh, she’d received his 18-stem armful of Picasso roses and $5 Hallmark Valentine with sweet-smiling gratitude, kisses—but whenever she passed through the empty dining area he’d dubbed the “dance floor”, she sighed, turning taciturn…and a too-quiet-Stella was rarely a good thing.

“I know what—let’s go for a drive!” Frank said with extravagant enthusiasm; “maybe we’ll happen on an amazing local site—an extraordinary ‘something’ we’ve overlooked, since moving here.”

Stella’s face—an e’er-changing canvas (and domestic barometer)—moved from an expression of worry that he’d spiked a tropical brain fever, to one of more hazy, benign suspicion; finally she shrugged acquiescence, and gathered her jacket and handbag.

The furniture store windows shouted in fluorescent paint, “Store-Wide SALE—WE Even PAY the Sales TAX!”, as Frank grinned at Stella—who took a mere 14.5 minutes to select a large rectangular dining table suitable for a family of 8…and barely stifled a squeal, on learning it would be delivered that evening.

At home, she chirp-chattered about the beauty and size of the heavy table—its burnished brown surface, ebony legs; the matching well-constructed chairs and 18″ center leaf (heart, be still!)—and punctuated each repeated detail with cheery chorus:  “it’s a steal of a deal, Hon!”…..until Frank interrupted to announce the kitchen’s slow-draining sink had completely backed up, and suggested she call the maintenance-super, “Now”.

© Stella Carousel, 2017 ~ All rights reserved.


Image ~ Underhill’s Furniture


33 thoughts on “It’s Always (Sink or) Something…Frank & Stella

  1. A nice surprise. Frank had it all planned. I wonder about the clogged sink breaking her delight and reverie with reality. Really, Frank? Couldn’t you call? lol


  2. Pity about the blocked sink ruining the sparkle of the day. Oh well, firmly back to earth she came. So much of a story in six sentences – well done.


  3. I’m with Paul
    Stella’s face—an e’er-changing canvas (and domestic barometer)—moved from an expression of worry that he’d spiked a tropical brain fever, to one of more hazy, benign suspicion;

    show, not tell, much?

    (.. am re-wrestling with that beast in my efforts over at Almira. A sure sign of expertise, it always looks easy…lol)


  4. Kudos to Frank for always going the extra mile to keep his lady happy, I know a guy just like that, and your story always makes me smile and sometimes wince a bit when I reflect on my own fluctuating moods that he must contend with. I know Stella does lots of sweet things for Frank too, and I suspect there will be a fine dinner served up once that clogged sink issue is resolved. I love how real your story is, it could easily be the folks next door!


  5. Frank came through! :). I love how you describe and take us into their world ! I am guessing the sink issue is NOT going to get Stella down. Not with her table close at hand!


  6. Your description of Stella’s face made me chuckle. Describing her speaking in a chirp- chatter is cute! What a way to end the day, but it is reality. I think most at one time or another have experienced such days, where something wonderful happens, only to have a down-side event follow.


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