Fading Bubbles

Christopher

I stared at the bubbles for several minutes. How long did it take to type out a damn message? I was all thumbs and I managed to text relatively quickly. I stared at the screen so long my eyes began to water from lack of blinking as I made my way downstairs.

“Come on, come on,” I whispered.

The bubbles disappeared. I waited, thinking maybe there was a minor delay. Nothing.

“No!”

“What’s wrong?” Olin asked coming down the stairs.

I shook my head. “Nothing.”

“Does this mean dinner isn’t coming?” he asked, straightening his tie.

“It should be here any minute,” I answered. “You look nice.”

He scoffed. “I hate wearing ties.”

“Wait until you get a job that requires ties,” I said with a laugh.

“Nope. I’m not going to get that kind of a job.”

“You planning on going into construction?”

He grimaced. “No.”

“Then get used to ties.”

The doorbell rang, bringing a halt to the conversation. I walked to the door, opening it for the small parade of caterers. The smell of the roast turkey fil