I love riding roller coasters. Even the ones that twirl you through a bunch of crazy loops, hang you upside down, and throw you against the side of the ride as it whips around curves. Like a roller coaster, certain chapters remind me of the moment you get to the top of the first hill, and for a brief second, the “car” hesitates. Some people might snicker. Some might look nervously over the edge. Some grip the steel bar securing them in, while maybe whispering a prayer. Chapter Fifteen is that hesitation.
Chapter Fifteen
“Supper was about as perfect as perfect could be, despite the earlier drama and what had happened with Uncle Ray.”
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Knowing what we do of Dixie, and how far in we are, perfection is especially intriguing right now. Plus, you know I love using “supper” instead of “dinner”! 🙂
Dinner is at noon! (I know you know that – but what about the others?) 😉
I need to know everything about Uncle Ray now, Donna! I don’t think I can wait… 😉 <3 <3 <3
Oh, but I can’t tell! 😉 It won’t be long now – look at how fast July went…poof! It’s almost August. Hard to believe, really. <3 <3 <3
There’s Uncle Ray again… what happened with him?!! I’m sure it’s not good… oh the waiting!! 🙂
When I was a lad in the UK, we always referred to the midday meal as lunch, the evening meal as dinner, and a bedtime snack (if indulged) was supper. Around here, supper and dinner seem to be used interchangeably.
It is interchangeable – but only if you’re not a bonafide “Southerner.” 🙂 It’s supper for most folks down here, and dinner is at noon. Matter of fact, my first husband expected me to have a midday meal on the table promptly at noon. Like his mother. One of the many, many reasons there is Husband #2. Ahem.
That’s interesting about how it is in the UK. I think supper is intended to be the lighter meal, so of course, the Brits have it right! On this side of the pond, the big meal is (was) at noon (hence dinner). I think in the old days folks would eat this bigger meal mid-day because they were still working – in the fields, or whatever – and then a lighter supper, typically the remains of the mid-day meal were served. That’s how it worked with a lot of families I know who farm.
Ah yes, the “I don’t want to do this anymore” (but it’s too late) hesitation.
Seriously, Uncle Ray…..
Yeah, the moment when you’re thinking, “um, and just why am I way up here? On this contraption?” And if you’ve been watching the news, you might start to panic over a ride malfunction. Eeek.
Nothing I can say about Uncle Ray. He is who he is.
I had to catch last Friday before the new Friday post. And funny enough, I was on that roller coaster (Wildfire at Silver Dollar City in the Ozarks) when you were writing about it. I feel you on that moment of hesitation at the top of the first hill. And I was thinking exactly what you mentioned earlier … what the hell am I doing up here?! Two minutes later, I was loving it. Ready to go again.
That was a great opening to your first sentence. If you’re book is anything like it, I’m ready to start reading. So how long do I have to wait for Chapter 16 … another five or six hours? Okay, I can handle that!
The Wildfire at Silver Dollar City (now that’s a name) sounds like one of the old fashioned wooden ones. All things considered, I suppose rides are pretty safe, but with a few accidents highlighted by the news…um. I’d think twice – whereas before, I would have jumped on and said, “let’s go!”
Thank you for compliment!