Nonnie and Uncle Stephen

“Nonnie, what a fantastic job you’ve done,” Uncle Stephen Scott turned in the middle of her shop. “You know I do love this color pray tell what is the name of it?”

“Angel’s Wing, I like it too, it’s not girly pink.”

“It’s sophisticated and what I would expect from you my dear, now then Terrance has the van absolutely loaded with lovelies you’ve only to direct him and his mate.”

“Thanks Uncle Stephen, I do appreciate these pieces.”

“Of course and if you need more let me know, ah there’s Pippin I shall miss him you know and so will King Richard they got on quite well didn’t they?”

“They are good dog buddies, Wuss is around somewhere.” She absently looked around and then went to the door as the van pulled up a little closer.

Stephen directed the unloading and careful placement of his antique display pieces and after all was as it should be he suggested a lunch at Andy’s.

The door almost closed on Wuss as he shot back inside, “You behave while I’m gone,” Nonnie told him and Pippin and she locked the front doors.

Wuss contented himself washing Mr. Jessup’s last week’s ice cream from his face.

“This is very nice,” Uncle Stephen said as they were shown to a table.

“I’ve only had lunch here but the food is excellent and so is the wine.”

“Ah yes, well my dear what are you going to do with the upstairs shall you expand the shop at a later date or take up residence?”

“I think I’d like to take up residence but it’s not habitable right now. It will take a bit of money to set it straight.”

“You know I can help you there.” Stephen examined the menu

“I’d rather do it on my own you’ve already floated the shop.”

“Floated? It’s an investment in you Nonnie we’ve no other family whatever am I to do with my money?”

“You could always donate it to the needy.”

“You are needy and I am greedy, let’s have something exotic.”

“Meatloaf?”

“Right on Nonnie.”