Tuesday, November 21, 2017
Give Me Love ~ Part 30
As they came to the end of the tour, Amorette sighed. She wished she could spend all night in the magical feel of the garden.
“Would you like some hot chocolate or tea?” asked Charlie as they approached a little area of the park that was full of benches and picnic tables.
“Hot chocolate sounds nice,” said Amorette.
She spotted two empty benches out of the way of the picnic tables and walked over to one. Faceted clear glass teardrops hung from the trees hung over the benches, catching the light from the picnic tables and twinkling. She was thrilled to see that she could still see a lot of the glass display from the bench and wondered if she could convince Charlie to stay until closing. She had never been to a more magical place and something about the shimmering light and color made her feel at home.
An older couple sat on the other empty bench beside her and gave Amorette a friendly smile.
“Lovely, isn’t it?” said the woman. She looked to be in her eighties and Amorette couldn’t help but smile as her gentleman, put his arm around her.
“It is,” said Amorette. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”
“I have, my wife,” said the man giving his wife a loving look.
“Oh hush,” said the woman, giving him a playful pat before snuggling into his shoulder.
“She doesn’t believe it,” said the man, giving Amorette a wink, “but my wife is the most beautiful lady on the planet.”
The woman kissed her husband on the cheek.
“You keep saying it and maybe one day I’ll believe it,” she teased.
“Here you are,” said Charlie, coming over with two wax cups of hot chocolate. “I was worried when I turned around and couldn’t see you.”
“Sorry,” said Amorette, taking one of the cups, “I didn’t mean to worry you, but who could resist sitting under the stars.”
She gestured up and Charlie sat releasing a low, “Wow.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so amazing,” said Amorette.
The man opened his mouth to speak, but his wife put a finger on his mouth.
“Harold Andrew, if you say I’m more amazing that the crystal droplets, this poor couple is going to throw up on their shoes,” the woman playfully scolded.
“I’m just speaking the truth, Sara,” said Harold.
“I think it’s wonderful,” said Amorette. “Why not express how you feel about each other?”
“Oh we have no problems expressing how we feel,” said Sara with a laugh, “in good times and in bad.”
“I can’t imagine you two having any bad times,” said Charlie. “You look like the perfect couple.”
“Son,” said Harold, “when you’ve been married sixty years there are definitely some bad times. It can’t be avoided.”
“What was it?” Sara looked at Harold and then nodded before he said anything. “Yes, about twenty years ago we had one heck of a fight. It was a doozy. What was it about?”
Harold shook his head. “I don’t remember.”
Sara shrugged. “I don’t either, but what I do remember is we were at the park just outside this exhibit when the fight happened. I huffed right over to a bench to sit and Harold sat on the bench, but just as far away from me as the bench would allow. We both just sat there sulking, backs to each other, being stubborn.”
“And then it started to rain,” said Harold.
“Harold had the umbrella,” said Sara, “but I wasn’t about to scoot closer to him. I was too mad and stubborn. I’d rather be wet and miserable.”
“I knew she was too mad and stubborn, too,” said Harold. “But I wasn’t about to scoot closer to her because I was feeling the same way.”
“The next thing I know, I’m no longer getting wet,” said Sara, grabbing Harold’s arm. “I looked over and there sat Harold in the rain, holding his arm straight out so the umbrella would cover me. At that moment I forgot why I was mad.”
“And when she scooted next to me and slid her arms around me, I forgot why I was mad,” said Harold. “We just sat in the rain and held each other.”