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“Yes, I’m sure. Oh, yes. I’m more than sure.”
Jerry and Davie looked at each other. “Jerry, my good man? Do you ever have that feeling that we're in the way? That we're not wanted here in this room? That we are being ignored by others present?”
Jerry played it, “Davie, my honey-boy. Should we makethemget a room or just the two of us sneak off to ours?”
Leighton laughed and laughed. “Tellthem, darlin’! You’re killin' ‘em.” And laughed some more.
All I could do was hand it over to them.
Their turn to sit there slack-jawed.
My baby just sat there on the ottoman and laughed and laughed at us.
That was when I hopped over to him and threw my good arm around him.
We toppled over, tumbling over each other. We didn’t care at all that others saw us. Or that the skirts of my dress flew every which way.
Needless to say, dinner was hard to eat due to our big smiles all ‘round the table.
We had the next Christmas Day afternoon at the Peterson’s house in the suburbs.
Before Leighton left, I’d asked, “I’m wearing an apple green cocktail dress tomorrow. Is that good?” It was.
We showed up at one o’clock, thanks to my baby’s car again.
Leighton was as festive as on the Eve, this time in a bright red cummerbund and a different apple green tie.
The boys and I had planned one gift for the parents. And one thing for the girls to share.
The family had gotten together and gave Davie and Jerry a gift.
Multiple gift wrappings again. Another envelope. I opened it up. My eyebrows shot up as did the corners of my mouth.
I read it again.
“But …?”
“I know. Start in February?”
I couldn't stop smiling.
Leighton had signed us up together for ballroom dancing classes!
Leighton
Christmas week.
We had an evening together at my place. We’d eaten. We were lounging. I had put some quiet music on. No dancing, though. Just wrapped around each other in bed.
Samantha asked, “Why the tickets, baby?”
They were for the second week in January. We’d be flying to Aruba. I’d booked us a suite in the top hotel on the beachfront.
“For sun and sand. Not to mention that swimming will be great for your arm and leg. Swimming can only be good for a person’s battered limbs.”
She said, “I’m not a strong swimmer or a frequent one, but I do know how. It’ll be nice.” Then she fretted, “I hope I get the cast off by the time we leave.”
I knew that the doctor’s look at the most recent X-ray was hopeful.
