When Zeldia arrive home Richard was occupied watching a film noir.
When it was the night for her poetry club Richard decided to watch an all night marathon of classic film noirs.
"Hi Richard."
"Hi Zeldia."
She quickly realized that he too focused on the film and hadn't said anything overbearing.
Zeldia smiled and quickly headed upstairs.
As she got herself ready for bed she thought abut Damon again.
A lover of poetry, mysterious, a gentleman and very handsome. As she laid in her bed she smiled, imagining the interpret images of the Oscar Wilde poem he recited to her.
She was happy their was a man like Damon involved in their club. It was proof that romance in men wasn't dead.
Perhaps he would teach Richard a thing or two.
She heard a knock on her bedroom door and answered it.
"Hi sis."
"Hi Richard."
"How was your poetry club?"
"It was great, and we're having a celebration dinner next week."
"Really?"
"Yes, for our hundredth meeting."
Zeldia knew she couldn't keep the location for the dinner party a secret for long.
"I decided to have it held here."
"That's great! I'm looking forward to meeting some of the members."
Zeldia was flabbergasted by his response, absolutely no disapproval whatsoever.
"Our club leader is gonna come by next week to go over the night's events."
"Wonderful. Well, I'm turning in. Goodnight Zeldia."
"Goodnight."
Zeldia pulled her arm up and down in victory. Finally for once Richard wasn't being difficult.
The following week...
The club leader came over and went over the schedule for the dinner party. Their was still gonna be recitals put some acting interpretations.
Richard sadly saw this as social climbing opportunity to get attention.
Zeldia knew this as did the club leader and allowed him to partake, but the club leader was more involved as Richard sadly soon learn.
The club members came and went over their poems and visual interpretations while Richard directed and filmed them.
The only member who hadn't come by was Damon. Zeldia asked anyone if they had any contact with him but no one did.
She called up Allannie and Sheila the day before the dinner.
"Hi Sheila and Allannie, how are you two?"
"We're great. How are you?" Sheila said smiling.
"Doing well. I was wondering, have you heard from Damon?"
"Damon? Oh yeah, that handsome dark hair guy with the last name that mean Savior." Allannie remembered.
"He hasn't showed up to discuss his poem's visual interpretation for tomorrow night."
"Well, maybe he's saving the best for last." Shelia guessed.
"I suppose so." Zeldia said sighing.
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Alone At Last
FanfictionZeldia had an overprotective brother name Richard, who wasn't too keen on her dating despite being old enough and in college. Her friends also thought he was being overbearing about it. One day when Zeldia threw a party and a guy she met at the camp...
