Destination Love

Destination Love-Chapter Twenty

"It's not funny!" 

Taylor nearly fell off her stool as she grasped her stomach and bent over. Her shoulder shuddered with her laughter. "Oh, God, Angel, it's supposed to be a circle." 

"It is a circle." Angelina glared across the table at her. She held up a red piece of fabric which she had just cut using the template Taylor had made. "I did follow the line." 

"Did you pin it first?" 

"It's a circle. How hard can it be?" 

Taylor collapsed in another giggle, "Apparently very." 

Angelina shook her head, and burst out laughing. She looked at her circle which had turned into more of an octagon shape. "Well..." 

"What's gotten into you two?" 

Taylor turned to see Marc climbing the stairs carrying two paper bags with Dixon's Spa logo on them, "Oh, is that dinner?" 

"Uh, yeah." He moved to set the bags on the work table. 

"NO!" Taylor held out her hands to stop him. 

"Oh, sorry." Marc stepped back. 

"What?" Angelina looked confused. 

"I forgot. No food on the work table, when material is present." Marc shrugged. 

"Rules for the work table?" Alex asked as he climbed to the top of the stairs. 

Taylor's spine stiffened at the sound of his voice. She waved toward the fabric and work utensils. "Let's get this off the table, so we can eat." 

"You sure you don't want to just go downstairs?" Alex asked. 

"Are you kidding? I barely got up the stairs the first time. If were for that tiny little bathroom over there." She waved towards the far wall where a door opened to a small half bath. "I wouldn't be up here at all." 

"Well, you have to go downstairs sometime." Marc said. With the table clear, he sat the bags down. "Ethel makes the best burgers." 

Taylor opened her to-go container, and grinned across the table to Angelina, "Look, Angel, it's a circle." 

The two women burst into laughter. 

"What's the joke?" Marc asked as he pulled over a stool. 

"Angel's learning the difference between a circle, and an octagon." Taylor teased. 

Angelina reached behind her to the table she had put her project on. She lifted the supposed circle. "This is a circle." 

Marc lifted an eyebrow, and glanced between the two. "Um, sure, honey, of course it is." 

Angelina faked shock, she tossed the fabric back to the pile. "I don't know why the kid wants to be a piece of pizza anyway." 

"What? Who wants to be pizza?" Alex settled onto one of the stools. 

"We're working on the costumes for the orphans who are coming in October," Angelina Pexplained, "one of the four year olds wants to be a piece of Pepperoni pizza." 

"Wow!" Marc shook his head. "Kids." 

"I think it's cute." Angelina announced. 

"Except they are going to have octagon shaped pepperoni slices on their pizza." Taylor declared. 

"Oh, shut up." Angelina stuck out her tongue. 

"You need to use the pattern." 

"I did."