“You clean up good,” Jetson greeted me as he placed a steaming plate of pancakes and a side of bacon on the table before me. Bambi got a bowl of dog food, which she immediately chowed down. Water was nearby, too, if she was thirsty.
“I suppose anything would be better than what I looked like earlier,” I said before thanking him for the meal.
“You’re here for the wedding this weekend, right?” he asked as he sat to my left and sipped coffee.
“I am, Jetson. A far-flung cousin whom I haven’t seen in decades asked me to attend. I’m the only person in the family who’s gay and hasn’t disowned him, so he said. Maybe he’s feeling sentimental. Anyway, I needed to get away from my stressful life and…so I moved my reservation forward and, here I am.”
“Call me Jet. There’s an underlying story in all this, I bet.”