Geoducks are for Lovers by Daisy Prescott
Food writer Maggie Marrion is just getting back on her feet after a horrible year, or two, or three. With their twentieth reunion approaching, she invites four of her closest friends from college for a weekend at her beach cabin on Whidbey Island. What she doesn’t expect is her best friends, artist Quinn Dayton and part-time erotica novelist, Selah Elmore, to play matchmaker. The two plot a surprise that will make the weekend, and her life, a lot more interesting.
Gil Morrow, former grunge musician turned history professor, joins them as Selah’s date for the weekend. After coming face to face with the one who got away, he decides he’s waited long enough to get the girl. With the support of old friends, a few wishing rocks, the world’s largest burrowing clam, and a hot lumberjack thrown into the mix, Gil reminds Maggie that forty-something isn’t too old for second chances.
Can we learn to love the life we have and let go of who we expected to be? What happens when the generation from The Breakfast Club and Reality Bites meets The Big Chill? Come spend a weekend with these Generation X-ers as they share laughter, tears, life’s ups and downs, old stories, and new beginnings.
“And finally my room.” Maggie’s voice sounds nervous.
The early evening sun streams in through the oversized picture windows facing the water and bluff, giving the room a golden glow. A king bed in white linens faces the view. The floors are white-painted wood covered with a few small, vintage rugs. Another vintage desk, similar to the one in Quinn’s room, sits below a picture window, and a telescope stands next to it. The pile of papers and the comfortable chair make it obvious this is a place where Maggie does some of her writing. An old love seat with a Biscuit-shaped indent in the cushion sits below the other window. Through a door behind the wall with the bed is another bathroom.
“Great set up. I love the rugs. These are kilims, right?”
His knowledge of the kilims surprises her. Then again, he has traveled everywhere and teaches history. Figures he knows Turkish rugs.
“They are. My mother bought them in Seattle years ago. I love how sun-bleached and faded they are now.”
“Me too. I love things that show their age. It only makes them more beautiful.”
Maggie smiles at his words. “Says the history professor.”
Gil laughs. “Good point. Do you use the telescope to spy on the neighbors?”
She wonders why he frowns when he mentions her neighbors. “Tempting, but no. The telescope is perfect for star gazing, whale watching, and following the container ships in the Sound. I like to imagine what’s in all those containers.”
Gil walks over and looks out the telescope that is, in fact, pointed at the shipping channel. “What do you imagine inside them?”
“Sometimes random stuff. If the ship is bound for port in Seattle, then I assume it’s something from Asia like squid flavored candies or Apple products. Outbound ships are probably filled with Starbucks and geoducks.”
“Do they even ship their coffee from Seattle?”
“Good point. I don’t know.”
“Where are the geoducks going?”
“Japan and China, of course. They’re an expensive delicacy in Asia and thought to improve male virility.” Maggie scrunches up her nose.
“Not a fan of the giant clam?” Gil says, clearly amused by her reaction. “Geoducks are resolutely phallic.”
“Visually, not so much. They’re pornographic.” Maggie laughs at the fact she’s standing in her bedroom talking about phallic bivalves with Gil.
“You have a dirty mind, Maggie May. They’re our alma mater’s mascot.” He points at the stuffed Speedy the Geoduck on her desk.
About Daisy Prescott
Before writing full time, Daisy Prescott worked in the world of art, auctions, antiques, and home decor. She earned her degree in Art History from Mills College and endured a brief stint as a film theory graduate student at Tisch School of the Arts at NYU. Baker, art educator, antiques dealer, blue ribbon pie maker, fangirl, blogger, freelance writer, gardener, wife, and pet mom are a few of the other titles she’s acquired over the years.
Born and raised in San Diego, Daisy and her husband live in a real life Stars Hollow in the Boston suburbs with their dog, Hubbell, and an imaginary house goat. She is currently researching her second novel.