Our first
meeting was disconcerting
As he
opened the inner front door
It was
early afternoon
And the sun
light prevented me
From
seeing clearly
Through
the security screen
I was
taken aback by sounds
Of what
seemed like a dozen barking dogs
I could
just discern an outline
Of a man
of large stature
Possibly
shirtless
A glimmer of cigarette in hand
With what
seemed at the time
A
severe and gruff voice
Which
politely requested
That
I return later
When his wife was home
Upon
return I met the Mrs.
The
lovely, smiling redheaded Glynn
She
introduced her husband
Glen also,
but spelled different
Her
presence made him kinder
Much
different than the first impression
But he
maintained a certain look
One
of playful warning
Alerting
me to not feel too comfortable
Things
could still get dicey
If
the whim struck his fancy
I was
approved of
Invited
back for dinner
For a
lovely meal with Southern accents
Glen’s
barbecue was succulent
There was
mint jelly
And
black eyed peas
Then
dessert was served
Huge
California strawberries
Dipped
once in sour cream
Then rolled around in brown sugar
As the
first big bite washed over my palate
The
windows of culinary heaven opened
I swear I
heard harps strumming
As
I savored pure bliss
With
dinner in my belly
And
satisfaction on my face
I was
asked if I liked games
Would
perhaps care to engage
In
a friendly game of Scrabble
Despite
the subtle warnings from Glynn
I
acquiesced
It was
then that Glenn left
And
Sgt. Slaughter arrived
I began to
understand the warnings
It was a
foolish move on my part
I didn’t
really know my opponent
His
voracious reading habits
His Mensa
membership
A love of
games
A greater love of humiliating his
enemies
It was a
massacre
And I loved every minute of it
Who could
feel differently?
After a meal like that
And a smile like Glenn’s
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