Esther Newton’s Monday Motivations series gives us three words; I chose Euphoria
Making the Best of It
Euphoria Plain lay back on the blanket and grinned; it had all turned about so well. Why on earth had she worried? Meeting Martin’s parents was going to be an ordeal, or so he said, and the first half hour, as they engaged in stilted conversation, appeared to confirm her worst fears. Seeing Honor’s face when she tried the mince pies had been dreadful; that moue of distaste which, in truth, Euphoria understood. They did seem rather bland, even though she’d found some icing sugar to coat them in after Martin had said his mother had a sweet tooth. But that was the low point. After that, Colin had made a risky joke, Honor had kissed him on the lips causing Martin to hurry indoors – she wondered where he’d gone – but, actually in his absence they’d all got on so well, even playing a ridiculous game of made up twister on the picnic blanket. Yes, she could well see her and Honor spending time together. She wasn’t at all uptight and Colin was a bit of a devil, so unlike Martin’s description of him. She couldn’t be happier. Euphoria turned to look at the house. Where had Martin got to?
Upstairs Martin was frantic. He was sure he had put the cocaine in the usual place in the kitchen but it had gone. He looked out of the bedroom window at his parents, snogging by the gazebo and Euphoria rolling on the blanket like she was having some sort of ecstatic fit. If he didn’t know better he’d have said they’d been at it.