Chapter 27 continues
So far: Gary and Lucinda’s bickering entertains Wendy.
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The night of our second Thanksgiving together — after our families and Lucinda left — Richard and I cleaned up the kitchen. He had poured us each a healthy jolt of Courvoisier. The dishwasher chugged away. I was washing the remaining pots and pans. He was putting things away and scrubbing down the counters.
“Is ‘Over the River and Through the Woods’ the only Thanksgiving song there is?” I asked.
“Maybe. I guess that depends on if you count ‘Amazing Grace.’ ”
“Or how about ‘Simple Gifts’?”
Richard wrinkled his nose in puzzlement.
“You know, the Shaker song that the ‘Appalachian Spring’ guy ripped off,” I reminded him.
“Or Turkey, turkey, turkey breast. How I love my turkey breast.” Richard sang to the tune of “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.”
“I’ll start singing ‘Amazing Grace’ if you don’t watch it.”
He kissed me to keep me quiet. He leaned into me and I could feel the back of my shirt getting wet on the kitchen sink, but I didn’t care.
Then I heard a plunk in the water behind me.
“Oops. Something dropped in the water.”
“I heard it too.” We both turned and looked down into the dirty dishwater, a blue sponge visible through the few remaining bubbles.
Richard started fishing around in the water. Then he pulled his hand out and in his palm was a ring, a diamond ring.
“If you won’t marry me, I’ll have to throw this back in.”