“I always wondered about you,” Garrett said one afternoon, stirring sugar into his coffee.
“You had a funny way of showing it with five decades of silence,” I rebuffed.
“Life got in the way.”
“Life always does.”
***
Six months later, on my front porch, Garrett kept part of his promise by asking me to marry him! He didn’t have a ring yet, but he was working on it.
I said, “Yes!” Not for his mansion or the money his children would whisper about. I agreed because of the boy who once walked me home in the rain.
“You had a funny way of showing it.”
***
The engagement dinner was held at Garrett’s mansion, and that was the first time I met his children in person.
Margaret hugged me with her arms, but not her shoulders. Daniel shook my hand as if I were a contractor.
“So good to finally meet you,” my soon-to-be daughter-in-law (DIL) said, her smile polite and tight.
“Your father’s told me so much about you both,” I answered.
***
Later, walking to the powder room, I heard Garrett’s voice low in the hallway.
“So good to finally meet you.”
“Margaret, I’m not changing a thing. We’ve talked about this,” my fiancé said.
“Daddy, please, just think about it.”
I stepped back before they saw me, and for the first time since Garrett had found me, I wondered exactly what I’d walked into.
***
The first morning I woke up in Garrett’s house as his wife, I half expected to feel like a guest who’d overstayed her welcome. Instead, my husband brought me coffee in a china cup and kissed the top of my head as if he’d been doing it for years!
“We’ve talked about this.”
“Stop grinning,” I said. “You’ll spill it.”
“Let me grin, Eleanor. I waited a long time for this!”
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