A story.
"I've done it all," he said as they stood on the sidewalk in front of the grocery store in a Paris suburb. "I've sowed my wild oats, done more crazy things than you could ever imagine, and now I am ready to settle down and have children and I want to do that with you."
"I've done it all," he said as they stood on the sidewalk in front of the grocery store in a Paris suburb. "I've sowed my wild oats, done more crazy things than you could ever imagine, and now I am ready to settle down and have children and I want to do that with you."
- "Well, I won't have children without being married," she answered him calmly even as her heart was thudding in her chest. - "Whatever you want," he answered her.
"So, we're getting married?" she asked as they stood in the produce aisle, just to be sure. - “Yes," he answered.
"So, we're getting married?" she asked as they stood in the produce aisle, just to be sure. - “Yes," he answered.
"we're getting married."
And a few weeks later (after no courtship at all) on the 23rd of July, 34 years ago, they walked together hand in hand the short distance to City Hall followed by a mere dozen ragtag but joyous witnesses and said "Oui" to the jolly Adjunct Mayor of
And a few weeks later (after no courtship at all) on the 23rd of July, 34 years ago, they walked together hand in hand the short distance to City Hall followed by a mere dozen ragtag but joyous witnesses and said "Oui" to the jolly Adjunct Mayor of
Bois Colombes. And they had two funny, handsome, clever sons and many adventures, some challenges, a few tragedies, and lived rather more harmoniously and happier than most ever after.
Not the end.
Not the end.
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