The Sunday Philosophy Club Mga Nobela at Kwento

I called the meeting for a Sunday. Not a crisis meeting. Not an emergency assembly. I sent the message on Thursday giving everyone three days notice which was the kind of timeline that communicated importance without urgency. The difference mattered. This club had spent too long responding to urgent things. This conversation deserved the quality of attention that only came when people arrived unrushed. Sunday morning. War room. Ten o'clock. Everyone came.

Being at the coffee shop on Sundays was becoming a quick trend, and I wasn't sure how I felt about it. Partly, I wasn't sure how my light allowance felt about being drained, but mostly I was beginning to think I'd have all of my life-changing revelations at Brew Brothers.

I hiss aloud. It's 11 p.m., and everyone should be at home scrubbing themselves clean of the fifth their bodies have sustained throughout the day. While I sat across the street this morning, I noticed that the club's east wing had been temporarily closed. The large sign that read: 'CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE' Could be seen from the main road. I had intended to set fire to the entire building.

"Every Sunday morning? You always insisted on taking the route past that coffee shop because you loved the smell of fresh pastries." I stare at him like he just announced he's actually a lizard person. "What are you talking about?" "Our Sunday runs," he repeats, like I'm crazy. "You don't remember? We did it for months. It was our thing." 'Our thing? Is this man actually insane?'

"The Financial District wants something that knows what it is." I looked at the case. "The cardamom knows what it is," I said. "It always has," she said. She went back to the accounts. I stayed at the counter a while longer. Four bakeries. Four things that were real and mine and running. --- Sunday dinners continued into spring with the reliable warmth of something that had been happening long enough to be simply what Sundays were. Marcus was there most weeks.

A smile touched her lip. ***************************************** ‘…it’s just a house party. Nothing more. We’ll have it at Claire’s.’ A breathless voice said from the other end of the line. 'I have work.’ Clarissa said as she typed furiously at her computer. 'You don’t work on Sundays.’ The voice at the end retorted. ‘You never said it was on a Sunday. Which Sunday do you have in mind?’ 'Next Sunday.’ 'I have to go see Marley.’

Statanhall waltzed upto me when I decided to steal a moment with my husband. We quickly moved away from each other. "Oh my dear, you don't have to feel shy.We aren't living in the sixteenth century for Christ's sake."She laughed,"Well,I came here to say a final good night to you two and Sophia,we are meeting on the next Sunday for the upcoming club meeting where we can discuss about the next scheduled programmes in the list."She pointed her finger at me,it was a clear reminder that I couldn't miss it even if I was on another planet.

29. Problem? << . Riley . >> “Hey Philip!” I greet him as I hop into the car. “Hello Riley… How was your day?” “Oh, it was awesome… I went out for movies with friends. Didn’t want to go for work today.” I whine. He chuckles as he starts the car. “Yes, working on Sundays is the hardest.” “Well, I have got some work to catch up on. But why are you working on a Sunday?”

I put down my phone and continued taking a bath. A few hours later, I decided to wear our jerseys for fun to the bar. Good thing that I brought an extra. We are on our way to the club. These two always do clubbing every Sunday after a workout or playing basketball. I do sometimes go with them. "Hey, Lucas. Invite Kofi." Patrick asks while driving.

No, we have not been having sex. I know! …I’m shocked too.. Shawn is a really busy young man. He is always working and even on weekends. In spite of his busy schedule he always makes out time for us. I don’t know but that means a lot to me. Since, Shawn and I can’t go to public places without disguise, we either bring the public place to the mansion or go out on disguise. The only place we can go without a disguise on, is the club. We attend church services on Sundays but with guards and minor disguise of course, mostly 6am services. We would have attended Online church services but there is something different with the atmosphere in a church gathering than the online ones…