Proposal
“I think it’s getting better, though I’m not willing to try.” He put his hands on her waist. “How about we pack our lunch and go to the lake and have a picnic?”
She kissed him, “I like that plan.”
“I love you.”
“And I love you.”
At the lake, she spread out their picnic and they ate in silence. This silence was different. It was warm, full of contentment.
“Close your eyes.” She did as he asked. In a different time, if anyone would have asked her to close her eyes, she would have argued with them. Oscar was different. She didn’t feel nervous or weird around him. “You can open them now.” The first thing she noticed was that he was kneeling in front of her. Then she saw the little box in his hand. “Esther, will you marry me?”
“I would like for you to make me a promise.”
“Anything.”
“If you ever decide it’s over, you won’t try to kill me.”
He laughed, “I promise.”
She held out her hand and he slid the ring on her finger. It was a perfect fit. “How did you know what size to buy?”
He winked, “my secret.”
She ran her fingers around his neck as she kissed him. He rested his forehead on hers, “oh dear Lord.” He panted. Was this her version of THAT KISS? Maybe that was it, she wasn’t trying. She just wanted him to know how much she loved him.
“Did I forget to say yes?” She smiled. This time he kissed her with his version of THAT KISS.
He smiled and took her into his arms.
He stayed at her house that night. The next morning she fixed him breakfast and kissed him good day as he went off to work. She spent her day looking for a job. Party time was over. It was time to get back into the real world. She had been paying attention to the paper for awhile but there really wasn’t much to be had in the job market. Fast food work was about all there was. If that is what she had to do, she would do it. But she worked her way through school in food service and wanted that to be a last resort.
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