Friday, May 30, 2014
Nick looked over this week’s layout on the computer screen and liked what he saw. The articles were all well placed and wrapped around the graphics. There was no unnecessary white space and the headers and leads were appropriately sized. This week’s edition of the gazette was going off without a hitch, which meant, something else was about to implode.
Yeah, that went against the whole power of positive thinking mantra, but so far in his life, this was the norm. Good in one area meant difficulty in the other.
“Hey there, bossman.” Penny stuck her head into his office and addressed him with her usual irreverent respect. “Your pops on line two.”
“Penelope, boss-ass, Penelope,” she said while closing the door.
Nick grabbed the handset and braced himself for the coming problem. As the pack leader, everything came back to him to work out…even issues from the previous leader. “Hey Pop, what’s going on?”
“Boy, get your mangy ass over to the Bighorn Diner and take control of your woman!”
“Excuse me? What did you say, old man?”
“You heard me fine. Right now, that lovely young lady carrying my grandpup…who should be my daughter-in-law, by the way…is making trouble for my wife at the diner. Go fix it now or I’ll nip your backside like I used to when you were young.”
“You could try old…”
“Nicolas, please…go take care of Ziva.”
Shite, Vernon McMahon rarely called him by his full first name. His mom had called him Nicolas always, but dad only did it when he was concerned about something. “Yes, Sir. I’ll head over now.”
Nick hung up the phone and left via the door in his office.
Ziva pointed to her favorite yellow fruit from her seat at the front counter and hoped to hell she wasn’t drooling in public. “I’m thinking more pineapple, yep, pineapple.”
“Um, okay, Miss Ziva, but then you won’t be able to taste the mango.”
“Oh shite, you’re right. Definitely add more mango as well. Yep, just like that. Hey is there a reason the strawberry flapjacks are taking so long?” Ziva asked, nibbling on the delicacy from the jar in front of her.
“Um, well, I…I,” the waitress stuttered while looking a little green around the gills. That was literal as the lovely lady helping her was a fish in her alternate form.
“That’s okay, Luna, I’ll talk to Ziva if you finish making her mango/pineapple smoothie.”
“Yes, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am.”
“Hey Elly, guess what…I’m finally keeping stuff down! And man am I hungry.”
“That’s wonderful, dear. I’m so glad.”
“So did I come at the wrong time for some strawberry flapjacks?” Ziva raised her open jar and smiled at Elly McMahon. “I even brought my own topping.”
“Yes, dear, about that…”
“Holy Lupa, Miss Elly, what died up on in here?”
Ziva turned to see Arglen, a lone wolf trucker who’d been sniffing after her aunt for years, bellow as he walked in the door.
“Arglen, that is not necessary…”
“Smells like dog farts.” The loud mouth barked. “It’s gonna make it hard to eat your delicious flappers.”
Ziva stood, her jar in hand and made her way over to the irritating brute. “That was rude, Arglen. There is no bad smell in here, apologize to Miss Elly. Now!” She shook her hand at him, splashing some of the contents of her lunch down his shirt.
“Fuc…dging hell, Ziva, it’s that stuff that smells and you got it all over me…what is wrong with you? Nose out of whack?”
“My nose is fine, Arglen, this is delicious and it will compliment my strawberry flapjacks nicely.”
Ziva looked around as the diners in the seats around her all grimaced and gaged. Elly shook her head with a half-smile and grabbed a to-go box from the server window. Luna had her smoothie ready, also in a to-go glass and Nick came through the door, quickly covering his nose and mouth with his hand.
“Ziva-love.” He sauntered closer and took the jar from her, covering it with his hands and moved to the counter where she’d left the top. “What are you doing here?”
“Getting something to eat.” She smiled at her alpha wolf, thrilled to finally be telling him the good news. “I’m keeping my food down now and I’m starved!”
“That’s wonderful….but, what are you ordering?”
“Strawberry flapjack, hash browns, a bowl of oatmeal with raisins and apples…yum, and a mango/pineapple smoothie. Why?”
“What’s this for then?”
Ziva smiled as Nick waved her jar around. “I’m going to sprinkle it on the flapjacks. I can’t wait!”
The room at large groaned and pushed their plates away, throwing her for a loop. What was wrong with everyone?
“But it’s, it’s…”
“Sauerkraut. Wonderfully delicious sauerkraut.”
“Ziva, my love, you take the, um, sauerkraut and head outside. Don’t open it until you’re outside. I’ll get the rest of your food.”
“We’ll have a picnic.”
“Awesome!” Ziva turned toward the door, but still heard Nick and Elly’s whispered comments.
“Sauerkraut? Is she okay, Elly?”
“It’s just a craving, Nick. It’s an odd one, sure, but it will pass in time.”
“But will my sense of smell ever be the same?”
Ziva didn’t listen to the rest of the exchange and focused on taking another bite of her cabbage-y treat. Craving, huh. Not likely. They just didn’t know what was good.
How about ya'll? Any strange cravings you care to share? :)
Have a great weekend!