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Blossoms of Love
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meal, Della poured coffee and served the dessert. Lamont felt out of place. Eating a meal here wasn’t like at home. People talked but everyone was too polite. There was no togetherness like in his family. Lamont was beginning to see what David was talking about. The Agar family was well respected and very popular but the love and closeness was missing. For the first time in Lamont’s life he was glad his family was poor. They were rich with love and togetherness. Lamont smiled to himself because he knew what real happiness was. At eight p.m. more people began arriving and by nine o’clock the huge house was packed with people. David went over to Lamont who was being introduced to Mr. Agar’s club members. David gave a big smile to his father and club members saying to them, “Excuse me, I want my friend here to meet someone.” He took Lamont by the arm leading him away. “I thought I would rescue you from being bored to death with Dad’s old friends.” Lamont said, “Thanks buddy. Gold isn’t my height of interest.” Natalie came over to them as they sipped on a drink. She put her drink down, “I’m bored stiff. Let’s go somewhere.” David said, “I’m with you sis. What about you Lamont?” Lamont answered, “Let’s go.”
    The three of them left, not really being missed. Natalie sat between them in the car. She gave a sigh of boredom, “Let’s go somewhere exciting.” David asked, “Where would that be Nat?” Natalie’s eyes flashed with excitement, “We’ll go to the White Dove. That’s the best place now.” David said, “You can’t go there, you aren’t twenty-one.” He looked at Lamont, “Monty’s only nineteen. I’m the only one who’s 21.” Natalie giggled and said proudly, “I’ve been there before. Don’t you think I look twenty-one?” David answered, “Hell no. You don’t even look 17.” Natalie replied, “Well thanks brother. Come on let’s go there.” David asked Lamont, “What do you say buddy?” Lamont grinned, “I’m game if you are. Let’s give it a whirl.”
    The White Dove was a very elaborate night club. It was a rich mans’ club. David parked the car in the parking lot in front of the club. He turned to his sister and asked, “Now tell me Nat, how do we get you and Monty inside? It seems you have a big secret on knowing how.” She giggled, “I’ll just ask for Mr. Allen. He’ll let us in. He and Dad are good friends, besides he owes Dad a great deal of money.” David laughed, “This sister of mine may be 17 but she sure knows the ropes.”
    Natalie told the doorman she wanted to see Mr. Allen. It was only seconds when Mr. Allen came from his office. Natalie asked him, “We want to go inside.” Mr. Allen looked at Lamont, then David. Natalie said, “This is my brother David and our friend Lamont.” Mr. Allen said, “Don’t get too loud or do anything that will draw to your attention. I could get into big trouble.” David said, “We promise to be good.”
    The waiter seated them at a table far in the corner. Lamont had never been in such an expensive place. When he looked at the menu he groaned, “I don’t know about you two but I can’t stay here long.” Natalie laughed, “Everything’s on dear old Dad. He has a charge account here.” David looked at his sister, whistled through his teeth and said, “Just what would dear old Dad say when he gets the bill?” Natalie answered, “I’ve done this before. When he got the bill, he thought he had bought all of it himself. You know how Dad gets loaded every time he goes to a club.” David sighed, “My how times have changed since I was home last.” Natalie laughed, “Dad doesn’t think I drink.” She looked at Lamont, “Let’s live it up.” They ordered drinks.
    David met a girl and asked her to dance. Natalie looked at Lamont, “You don’t talk much do you?” Lamont answered, “I never saw any need to talk if you don’t have anything to say.” Natalie sipped on her

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