trophey wifeA Story by flacoobservation of cafe ownersShe was a trophy wife who was a few years past her prime. Trying to hold on to it for as long as she could and today she looked good " but more effort was needed every week and she know it would not be for much longer what would she have left then I wondered
Armstrongs fish market -which is really a restaurant- on the water in the small harbor town of Avalon on Catalina island. Avalon is really the only town on Catalina " which is 26 miles across the bay from Los Angeles
We got a table outside overlooking the water and although it was a lovely day it was early October and there was a slight breeze in the shadows. in an hour it would be a bit to cool to want to eat outside but for now it was perfect and maybe even more so as you knew it was fleeting. Oct is a nice month in /Southern California and the high season for this little resort town was past, still some weekend visitors but some businesses were already closed for the season or had reduced their hours
It was the type of day though that brought millions of folks to southern California starting after WWII . the kind of day if you are living in Minnesota and happen to see
We were seated in a bit of confusion and it took a while to get water and menus. the sun was shining and the view of boats in the crescent moon shaped harbor made it so we did not mind the wait.
The trophy wife was helping serve and host along with the rest of the staff and a man who I would bet was her husband. She was in her early 40 ties and he in his 50ties. You can often tell who the owners are in businesses, not by a name tag or picture that says “owners” but by the mannerisms and in this case the dress. He was solid still and probably just under 6'. one gold chain around his neck with the $150 dollar silk Hawaiian shirt hanging a bit loose and unbuttoned on the top with a tuft of graying chest hairs poking out. He seemed happy enough to help and to be watching over his restaurant.
She had dark brown hair cut to where it just touched her shoulders and with a little curl that cut back to the front. She had on a long sleeve brown sweater that hugged her body and her breasts . They were not huge but were high enough and pointy enough to where I would say she had been under the knife at one point. The sweater was tucked into some tight white pants that you could almost see into. She was not the kind to have panty lines under those pants and I'm sure would consider that to be bad fashion.
She was helping but not with the same enthusiasm as her husband. Maybe fading along with her looks was her attraction to her husband. She may have been wondering how she ended up here having to work even if it was their own place on the water in Santa Catalina. Catalina is a pretty place but on the dull side " probably not a place for a trophy wife who was in her prime but as I mentioned she was now past hers.
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