Ryan and Rita’s Rule


Today’s prompt: nephew, fern, spaghetti

Husband invited his nephew for dinner…

We have a rule:  if Ryan doesn’t okay

His invitations with me, then he cooks.

I love to cook, don’t get me wrong, but

Not under pressure of less than 24-hrs

Notice… I was waiting to see if I’d

Be ordering pizza.

Nephew Will showed up with a

Potted fern in hand…I guess it was a

Fern…looked sad, bedraggled…but I

Thanked him for his thoughtfulness.

He shuffled his feet, blushed, said

“Yeah, I heard Uncle Ry’s in deep

Doo-doo…what’s he making?”

No food fragrance gave hint, so

We went to check the galley.

McHandsome had a pot boiling…

Pasta, steaming up the windows.

He wore my apron, and grinned…  

“Almost ready, Love!”

Will asked what it was.

“Your favorite and mine, Rita’s

Spaghetti with meatballs!”

Will arched his eyebrows at me:

“You caved?”

I shook my head…. “the man’s

Lucky I label frozen food

Containers…might have been

Turkey drippings from last


©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

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