*Afterschool*
"Dad, Di's here...," Jon calls out.
"Hey, Diana..."
"Hi Mr. Davis..."
"How many times, Diana? Call me 'Hank'."
"Ok.. Hank.."
"Much better..."
"Anyways...Dad, Di invited us for Friday night dinner..."
"Ooh, Friday night dinner... Are we going out for pizza?!"
"Umm, no. We don't know yet...but probably not pizza.."
"Crud..."
"So, we decided we wanted to prepare you, Dad."
"What're you talking about? I have excellent table manners...Remember Aunt Sally's reception dinner?"
"Everyone was staring at you, and you used the fork the wrong way.."
"Big whoop. You can't wash the dishes, without the dishwasher's help.."
"That's because I'm letting the dishwasher do it's job..."
"But, Jon... I expected more from you..," I laughed.
"How about we start with the basics, Dad."
"Jon, I don't think this is--"
"Dad, trust me, it is... Diana, tell him..."
"Yes, it is, Hank. My mom's going to make impossible..."
"Fine, bring it on..."
After hours of...training, Hank got some things down, others not so much. He still doesn't know how to say 'may I be excused?' How does Jon manage with him?
*Diana's mom POV*
I don't understand why it's so hard for Diana not to befriend boys. But I guess it's in her nature. Besides, this Jonathan kid can't be any worse than his father. Can he?
I look at the time on my watch, 5:30! Oh, dang, I was suppose to pick up Diana 30 minutes ago! This is a great example to set for your child, Pamela. Argh. But this will all be worth it, when she goes off to Yale.
I get into my car and text Diana.
Me: Where did u say he lives again?
Diana: 245 West Brooke Lane
I insert the address into the JPS and drive. Hopefully, I'm not too late...
*Diana's POV*
"Jon, my mom is on her way..."
"Ok. At least, we finished our table manners with my dad..."
"Yup..."
"My dad's one crazy guy..."
"I know..."
*Doorbell rings*
"That must be Mom."
"I'll get it..," Jon says, opening the door. "Hello, Ms. Thompson.."
"Well, hello, Jonathan. Where's Diana?"
"I'm here, Mom," I popped over.
"We need to get going," I informed Diana.
"Fine," I say, reluctantly exiting through the door. I wave bye to Jon. He waves back.
Mom approaches me. "Diana, sit in the car." I sit in the car.
*A few minutes later*
"Diana, we're here." I get out of the car, hoping that Jon and I's table manners lesson was worth it...
