As everyone did their part in prepping for the impromptu party, Gabriel and Taylor ended up on getting drinks (soda, juices, whatever fits the mood) duty.
“So,” Gabriel turned to take a proper look at the newcomer, “You’re Taylor the girlfriend. Maggie told me quite a few things about you.”
“Good things, I hope.” Taylor knew Maggie knew better then to say anything about the powers, but one can’t still be too sure with so many changes happening in her life.
“Only that you’d be the winner of girlfriend of the decade award, if you ask my opinion.” Gabriel teased, before smiling sincerely, “Thanks for being there for her. Maggie…you gave her this spark that she lacked her entire life.”
“Well,” Taylor tucked a hair strand behind her ear, looking a bit embarrassed, “I’d like to think of it as a mutual thing.”
“Whichever way it is, thanks for it.”
When Taylor and Gabriel returned with the goods, the small party got started, with many laughs, witty jokes and funny stories getting exchanged. Not for too long, it is a school night, but the evening was still a blast.
The Woods siblings could not remember how long it had been or if they had ever been at any gathering that was even half as fun. It’s a depressing thought when they would realize that no, they never had any fun at any gathering in their lives. Fun was not virtue or something, Reverend Wood and the Mrs. would say it often, even when they would get invites to somebody else’s birthday party.
How many things did they miss out on life just because of those two?
Gabriel shakes his head, trying to forget the question, as Janice is telling about some client with the strong case of ‘lights on, but nobodies home’, who could not understand the difference between fluids – “So, it came down to telling him SLOW-LY and CARE-FU-LLY before he finally got that oil should not go where the gas does.”
“How do people that dumb get car licenses?” Maggie could not keep the disbelief out of her voice.
Janice shrugged, “If only I knew. At least he was just dumb. Dumb and cheap are even worse to deal with. Like the lady who sanded her tires till they shined.”
“…how are you not an alcoholic?”
“Miracle, all I can say.”
This brought some laughs and soon, the story of The Sanded Wheels was told in full, the hours passing by in a blink.