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Armed Hostility – Chapter 2
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Dane and Al call it a night around eleven.
They hug us tightly and their car disappears onto the snowy routes of a December Seattle.
When I close the door, Carmen is putting on her windcheater.
I frown.
“Honey, what are you doing?”, I ask her, quietly.
She watches me with glimmering eyes and smiles.
“Let’s go for a walk…”.
“But I want to clean up the kitchen…”, I try to reply.
She just shakes her head and hands me my blazer.
“Just a quick stroll. Come on”.
I chuckle.
“It’s freezing outside. It’s snowing”.
She smiles again, wider, this time.
“Yes. And I’m still asking you to take a walk”.
I narrow my eyes, slowly putting on my jacket.
“Why? Huh?”.
Carmen just shrugs, hooking on me and dragging me outside the door.
Our steps are silent on the fresh snow and I am teeth-chattering.
“Where are we going?”, I ask, feebly.
Carmen seems happy.
Happy and excited.
“Just to the corner”, she just replies.
“Carmen, I have work to do and an early awake tomorrow. I can’t be walking around here in the snow”.
She isn’t paying attention to my words. Her fingers are still entwined with mine and don’t let them go.
“Okay. We are at the corner”, she finally says, grinning at me.
I take a look around, perplexed, and I chuckle.
“So what do you wanna do now? Walk back?”, I ask, jokingly.
She giggles.
“No, I wanna go for a ride in your car”.
I shrug, blushing a little.
“I don’t have a car. You know that”.
Carmen doesn’t break eye-contact with me and extracts a key from her hip pocket.
She lets the key dangling in front of my eyes.
My eyebrows furrow.
“What’s this?”, I ask, feeling my heart bumping into my chest.
She doesn’t reply.
She just motions her hand in the air as if to say: take a look around.
And there is only a car parked on the empty street.
A Morgan.
I can’t believe it.
My eyes pop out from my orbs, literally.
“You got me a Morgan?”, I ask, huskily.
She starts jumping like a little child, giggling.
“Yes!”, she exclaims, putting the key in the palm of my hand.
I am speechless, my mouth is completely dry.
“I don’t believe it! A Morgan! That Morgan?”.
I point my finger at the car, parked and half-covered with snow.
Carmen nods conspicuously.
I am staring at the car, mouth agape, and I don’t really know what to say.
What I am feeling is more than enough.
I am full of love, and devotion, and gratitude, and surprise.
"Carm… But I don’t have a present for you… I mean, we had decided not to…".
She waves her hand in the air.
"It doesn’t matter. You are my present, Shane. And tonight…", she adds raising her eyebrow, "…You’ll repay me… A lot…".
“I can’t believe it…”, I repeat, whispering.
Carmen kisses my forehead.
“Well, believe it, babe. Because that’s your car!”, she laughs.
I shake my head in disbelief.
“How did you… how did you…?”, I stutter.
Carmen’s eyes are sweet.
“Do you remember Kit, the owner of the The Moon?”.
I nod, slowly.
“Well, her sister brought it from England, it was a gift but she was not interested. So she sold it to me… “. She raises her eyebrows, “…Special price… It is old… so I asked my brother to restore it and… well, here it is”, she concludes, shrugging shyly.
I frown, a little.
“How much you pay?”.
Carmen brushes my cheek.
“It’s a present. I used my money. And it didn’t cost much, I told you”.
I kiss the back of her gloved hand.
“Your money is our money. Can we afford this?”, I ask, quietly.
Carmen watches me, lovingly. Dreamingly.
“You are gonna be so successful with your portraits… This may be our last opportunity to worry about money…”, she answers.
I hug her.
Strongly, tightly, endlessly, with all of my love.
After a long time, Carmen pulls away and pats my shoulder.
”Come on! Here. Get it. It’s a right-hand drive”.
Smiling like an idiot, I slip on the driver seat and I observe, amazed, the beautiful retro equipment.
Carmen closes the passenger door and stares at me.
“Well, are you happy?”, she asks, gently.
I turn my head and meet her eyes.
“I’m more than happy”, I answer, “I am way past happy”.
I grab the nape of her neck and pull her in for a toe-curling kiss.
“I am married”, I say, smiling against her lips.
Carmen giggles.
End Flashback
Sounds like a fair tale, doesn’t it?
And it was.
My mother used to say: “There are four things that tell the world who a man is. His house, his car, his wife, and his shoes”.
Obviously Shane is not a man, but the common saying still applies.
My best friend… well, she didn’t have the house, yet.
But now, she had a car.
And a beautiful, amazing and caring wife.
As for the shoes… well, she only wears chucks and that’s enough said.
But as for her job, she was definitely moving up in the world….
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Yep ist’s “The War Of The Rose’s” I haven’t seen that movie in a while so it took me some time. That’s got to be interesting.