Bless their little hearts…
Marriage is a compilation of laughter, tears, and occasional inane spats over nothing, Life in the south is a combination of sass, sophistication, and sticky situations. When you mix these together, the result is gut-splitting hysterical. In these Southern short stories, the whimsical Williams couple takes readers on the highs and lows of their Southern marriage.
Dalton Williams, a well-meaning and kind-hearted gentleman, has ideas that are quirky and kooky—many times going awry. His practical and sensible wife, Grace, keeps him grounded. Embark upon a fun-filled and hilarious journey through the aisles of Publix supermarket to the frustration of Daylight Saving Time. Dalton and Grace are familiar faces experiencing
life’s oftentimes silly mundanity, and when you add their adorable and sassy Aunt Toogie, you have a real southern treat!
These short stories were written by Bill Stevens and edited by his wife, Ann Stevens. They live in Daniel Island, a suburb of Charleston, South Carolina. They enjoy reading, writing, travel, giving back to their community, and spending time with their four children and ten grandchildren.
Stories often have seasonal aspects. In our book, Dalton and Grace, Whimsical Short Stories of Life in Charleston, we often set stories in a time of the year. Winter trips (the mooch march) to Florida; spring cleaning; summer reading; hurricane season (it is an official season in Charleston); little ones at the door on Halloween; frying (well, trying to fry) a turkey at Thanksgiving; the excitement of small children at Christmas; and more.
Fall in the south brings cooler temperatures, some change of leaves, and football. The tactics and tussle of a big football game set the stage for a war of wills in the Williams household - control of the thermostat.
Here is an excerpt from "The Big Game."
Dalton and Grace
This was an epic confrontation as two worthy combatants vied for the ultimate prize. The game was high drama, a tactical tussle for only the swift, the agile, and the fearless. In the end, one side basked in the glow of a goal achieved and the bragging rights that go with it. For the other side, there was only the quiet pain of what might have been and of having come so close to the brass ring. Super Bowl? No, I’m talking about the contest each evening in the Williams’ household for control of the thermostat! My lovely wife, Grace, likes the temperature set at a level she calls “comfy.” I find her preferred setting a tad above the comfy level—frankly, closer to “parboil.” On the other hand, I tend to like things on the cooler side, sort of in the “brisk and invigorating” range. Grace, of course, describes my preference as “meat locker.”