Counting On Grafo To Be There

“So many times, people have told me to leave this place, but I stood strong-willed,” a guarded figure committed to motherhood declared.

“You know, Dish Dang Donuts needs you,” reminding her paternal protector, an innocent child peered up from the tabletop periodical, marketing products towards youngsters.

“I have always offered services, assisting those struggling,”

Dropping her growing maturing student off at school, the one-time photogenic local fixture decided home was not the next destination, instead a mysterious rendezvous may evolve. That is once, the confusing domesticated scene changed to a quieter setting, instigating her monthly financed four wheels, ‘pick up speed and accept this trip into the unknown’ featuring extra chapters written, detailing more insight.

Like my Mother always said, ‘each day brings another page and the words on it will allow you to experience something new’. As the residential neighborhood transitioned and a desert survivor landscape setting took occupation, the former enthusiastic personality remembered what some, used to say, “but I did it,” Amanda carefully pressed the right foot on the gas pedal, proving critics wrong, “I strategized, I knew and respected the environment and yes, I targeted certain pair of eyes I wanted, then applied basic homework skills.”

Cruising through the fresh air, Amanda performed her human duties, breathing and thinking every second. Pulling into a roadside diner, she brought the car to a stop, then unfastened the nylon security device, before opening the door.

Confronting, a simple, small cement staircase, the successful social professional set off a ringing bell, allowing entry, “sit anywhere,” an employee carrying menus instructed.

Finding a booth Amanda accepted the glossy information, “anything I can get you?”

Amanda smiled, “coffee please.”

Just like her offspring disappearing, seeking academic achievements, the server went into the back.

Sitting there, mind idle, fronting a placid state, the concentrated moment prevented Amanda about an approaching individual, “did I ever tell you how beautiful you look?” Complemented the stranger while respectfully giving space excusing himself, allowing the server to do their job. Feeling adventurous Amanda invited the gentlemen quarterly character, playing along, enjoying the stimulating moment, "no, I never have seen you in my life, but thank you, sit, join me.”

“Can I get you anything?” A notepad returned to the server’s hands.

“Eggs and bacon, over easy,”

“Separate checks?”

“Yes,” Amanda confirmed, “and I will have the same.”

With all the clerical culinary work completed, Amanda moved the scene forward, “so what do you do?”

Pulling out a camera Grafo showed Amanda the prop, “Capture beautiful wildlife, I am looking for a subject to create a national park promotional brochure.”

“Is this a kind request or job offer?” Amanda questioned.

“Job offer, of course,” Grafo clarified.

Interrupted again, Amanda accepted the ordered dining offering savoring the nice breakfast get together. Later the pair entered the nature recreation center and Grafo discovered the proper lighting spot, then instinctively clicked away.

“You know,” Amanda fluffed her hair, “your mother told me where you get your eggs over easy.”

“Did she really?” Grafo lovingly investigated, “when was that?”

“Prior to our marquee afternoon exchanging vows,” Amanda grinned, “and”

Noticing the God provided perfect setting window closing, Grafo continued his wife’s thought, “and what are we doing for dinner?”

“Reclaim our society contribution from developing the proper magazine cover competitive athletic physique during scholastic practice,” Amanda threw her matrimony arms around Grafo’s neck, “then as a family celebrate our years together, husband, wife and profitable investment.”

“Oh yeah, Happy Anniversary,” stated the committed satisfied spouse who accomplished everything on his work agenda.