"We just bought our newest home. The other was in a less than desirable neighborhood," Debbie's voice could be heard throughout the huge living room.
"Oh, so I'm guessing that homes in the price range of three million was too low for you and your hubby huh?" Candance commented in her typical glib fashion.
Debbie continued boasting, "The newest home we purchased has an estimated value of ten million, and we got it for half that value." She threw a cracker with the finest caviar into her mouth, past the newly purchased twenty-thousand dollar teeth.
Chopin's Polonaise was playing softly accompanying Debbie's usual litany of how great I art. The gathering was mainly adults, with three children. Two of which were on the floor playing with their Barbie dolls. Megan, a tow-head beauty was looking at Debbie while she played with her glamour Barbie doll. The other, Jennifer, with braids the color of fire, played but was totally disconnected with the people and conversation, seemingly in her own world.
"Oh, wait until you see our massive bedroom. It's forty feet by forty feet...Josh suggested we put in a bowling alley to fill-up the space, my hubby is a card," she bragged and laughed her cackle-laugh.
This went on for about one hour, until thankfully the wait staff brought in the main meal. It was not a formal sit-down, so people gathered their food choice and brought their plates to their seat of choice. The little children, along with the youngest, a little boy named Brady, were busy eating their finger-food.
Debbie continued between bites, "Oh, did I tell you we have a six car garage now along with a gym? Yes, this house should be good for awhile."
Most people were fascinated, much to Candance's chagrin. She'd hoped and prayed that one day Debbie might find the ability to realize her blessings, and that she'd show humility. She'd always prayed for her friend.
Debbie finally took a breath and held her tongue for about five minutes or so. The children and their voice's were the only thing heard They played with their dolls, holding an interesting dialogue.
Tow-head: "I'm the best there is. I have the best house, and I have a six car garage. I'm the best."
Fire-head: "So, what. I have a big house too."
Tow-head: "Yeah, but I got a bigger house than you do."
Fire-head: "Yeah, but when you talk nobody cares."
Tow-head: "Well, I have the best house."
Fire-head: "But nobody likes you."
At that moment, the instruments thankfully began to hum again. Debbie's face was as red as the little girl's braids. She slowly put down her plate, and walked away.
Candance followed touching her friend's arm she offered, "Debbie, sometimes out of the mouth of babes, comes harsh truths."
"Am I that bad? Do people really not like me?"
"Well, I think it's more like, they're tired of your bragging. There are more things to life than homes. And, quite frankly, some people, although wealthy, are not impressed and are bored with your usual me, me, me, talk."
"Wow. Thanks for your honesty. I have to work on that."
"Well...if you need help, I'm here."
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