I straightened and looked at him. “Well, of course I came. It was a very important night for you.”
“But you’d just been through a terrible ordeal, and if that weren’t enough, you had one of the biggest stories of your career to write. And still you cared enough to come. That meant a lot to me.”
I was at a loss for words, a rare occurrence. I finally managed, “I’m glad it pleased you.”
“I also want you to know that I’m very proud of you.”
I probably glowed. “You are?”
He nodded. “Winning your award, helping Edie and Tina, taking in Randy, finding Tom, getting Mike and Joey. You had a pretty full week.”
“I’m proud of you too,” I said. “Your show went wonderfully well, you sold several paintings and Mr. Whitsun is taking your pictures. And of course Delia will continue to hang you in Intimations here as well as in Philadelphia.”
“You’re not worried about her anymore, are you?” He eyed me curiously.
I shook my head. “Not anymore. I believe you when you say you made your choice.”
“You shouldn’t sound so amazed.”
“It’s just hard to believe. Delia’s absolutely beautiful.”
“But you’re real. And you’re just what I need and want.”
I hugged his arm. “I’m just glad you weren’t embarrassed by how I looked when I showed up at the gallery. I was afraid that you would make believe you didn’t know me.”
“Never, love. You’re mine, and I want the world to know it.”
My smile was so broad, I felt like it would crack my face.
Curt reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a purple plastic egg with a pink ribbon tied around it. He put it in my hand. “Happy Easter, sweetheart.”
I held it for a minute, then shook it. Something inside thunked.
“A miniature chocolate bunny? Or maybe a Hershey’s Hug and Kiss?” I raised an eyebrow at him. “Personally I’d prefer one of yours.”
Next thing I knew he had his arms about me and was very thoroughly kissing me. When we broke for breath, I rested my head on his chest.
“Mmm. I knew yours would be better. Sweeter too.”
I felt the rumble of his laugh against my cheek. “Open the egg, Merry.”
I sat up and made a big production out of untying the ribbon. Then I pretended the two halves of the egg were stuck and I couldn’t pull them apart.
“Open it,” Curt hissed in my ear.
I grinned unrepentantly at him, but I opened it. My curiosity couldn’t stand the suspense any longer.
The facets of the diamond reflected sunlight in a myriad of sparkling rainbows as the ring fell into my lap.
“Oh, Curt!” I could barely breathe.
He picked up the ring and took my left hand in his large hand. “Marry me, Merry?”
“Oh, yes!” It came out in a whisper, but inside I was shouting. “Oh, yes!”
Dear Reader,
The other day in a mega office supply store, I overheard an older woman and a young clerk talking.
“I can’t remember the number of the cartridge refill I need for my printer,” she said.
“Why don’t you call someone and ask?” he suggested.
“Call someone,” she said, apparently amazed at the idea. “I can use my cell phone. I always forget I have it because I only carry it for emergencies.”
She pulled one out, made a call and got the cartridge number she needed. Happy ending to her quandary.
I got thinking about the differences between the generations. It used to be old-lady lace-up shoes, blue hair and full-body girdles that marked old women, but not anymore. I don’t know one older woman who even owns a girdle, let alone the armor they used to wear, and any lace-ups worn are stylish ones. Blue hair has given way to natural, though probably lighter, color.
Today it’s lack of ease with things electronic, such as cell phones and iPods, that mark them off.
But one thing has always bridged the generations, and that’s love of story. For those smart enough to know that there’s nothing better than a good read, age means nothing. Age of heroes and heroines means nothing. It’s the story, the excitement, the inspiration, the learning that come from reading good books that bind us together, regardless of whether we’re seniors or teens.
And, of course, the Story that binds us closest is the Greatest One ever told. May that Story and the Man it’s about drive themselves deep into your heart.
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CAUGHT IN A BIND
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