Sleeping with Anemone

“Now,” Mrs. Salvare said, “how about a toast to our young couple, eh? Such a bright future before them. Am I right, Marco?”

I glanced nervously at Marco. Here it came.

Suddenly, a door opened somewhere and we heard footsteps pounding up the stairs.

Marco said in relief, “Rafe is here.”

“Then we’ll wait,” Mrs. Salvare said, glancing at my parents with a shrug. “The bambinos, they give us gray hair, eh?”

“Hear, hear,” Mom said.

I could’ve said the same about parents.

Rafe strode into the kitchen wearing his parka, his cheeks red from the cold. He was out of breath and a bit giddy. “Sorry I’m late. I brought someone for you to meet.” He waved the unseen person toward him.

A young woman came around the corner, smiling shyly. I guessed her age at maybe twenty years old. She had neon orange-red hair that touched her shoulders on the sides, then angled up sharply to the nape of her neck in back. “Hi,” she said, giving us a little wave.

I smiled at her.

“Raphael, are you going to introduce your guest?” Mrs. Salvare said, rising from her chair.

“Sure,” he said, helping her remove her long, black coat. “Everyone, this is Ci

Everyone stared. Everyone couldn’t speak because everyone couldn’t stop gaping at Ci

Everyone was appalled.

“Okay,” Rafe said to Ci

Mrs. Salvare pulled herself together to say kindly, “Ci

Ci

Marco pulled up an extra chair and Ci

Setting an extra plate on the table, Mrs. Salvare said to Rafe, “Tell me how you met your, er, Ci

“We work together,” Ci

Uh-oh. Time for the big reveal.

“Would this be at your bar, Marco?” his mom asked.

“Oh, no,” Ci

I could tell by Rafe’s expression that he hadn’t clued Ci

“Hooters bar,” Mrs. Salvare said, trying to hold her smile in place, “is where you work now, Raphael?”

Ci

Rafe gazed at her like a besotted puppy. Marco studied the wine in his glass. Everyone else watched Francesca’s face.

“Well, then,” Marco’s mom said, raising her glass once again. “To new… jobs… and new relationships.” She smiled at me. “To our happy couple, who I hope will share their plans now.”

I squeezed Marco’s hand again and he squeezed back. My stomach knotted. Now or never, Abby!

Rafe jumped to his feet. “Okay. Why not?” He smiled at Ci

Everyone was too stu

“Can you believe Rafe is engaged?” I said to Marco, as he walked me out to my car later that evening. “Ci

I couldn’t help chortling a little. “I thought your mother was going to faint when Ci

“Wait until Mama has Rafe alone, Abby. Then there’ll be fireworks.”

“Seriously, who could blame her for being upset? Rafe dated that girl exactly once. He met her only a week ago. And you call me impetuous?”

“I don’t know what Rafe is thinking. He can’t support himself, let alone a wife.”

“At least his a

“It did that.”

“So we’re off the hook?”

“Yep.”

“Good.” I took a deep breath. “Then I have to confess something.”

Marco cast me a dubious glance. “Okay.”

“I was keeping a list of your good and bad qualities.”

“You were?” His dark eyes searched mine. “Why?”

“I know it sounds silly, but I thought it would make the decision to get engaged easier. You know, like weighing the pluses and minuses of a situation? Anyway, what I realized is that listing things like confidence and reliability is all well and good, but what truly matters is that we love and trust each other, enjoy being together, and agree on the important things in life. We do agree on the important things in life, right?”

Marco pulled me close and wrapped his arms around me. “I think we do.”

“I do, too. I mean, we both believe in justice, honesty, and solid values. We both have strong morals and close family ties. We’re hard workers, know how to save money-”

“And want to have a family of our own,” Marco supplied.

“Not a big family, though.”

“Two?”

“Two. Someday.”

“In the not-too-distant future.”

“We’ll need to discuss that further… along with the long hours you put in on your various jobs. But that’s what’s great about our relationship. We can discuss these things.”

Marco eyed me warily. “Are you going to start another list?”

“Maybe I should.”

“You actually wrote down my pluses and minuses?”

I shrugged. “Like I said, I thought it would help me decide.”

“Did it?”

“Well, yes.”

“And?”

“And what was my decision?”

“Yep.”

“My decision was yes.”

“So that’s your answer, then?”

“To what?”

We were standing alongside my yellow Corvette in the cold, in the dark, in the snow. Marco reached inside his coat pocket and pulled out a tiny black velvet box.

“To this.” He opened the box, displaying a diamond ring inside.

I stopped breathing.

He took the ring out of the box. “Will you marry me, Abby?”

Oh, the thoughts that raced through my mind as I stared at the sparkling token of commitment: children, my family, Marco’s family, our careers, money, wedding plans, change!

Okay, Abracadabra. What will it be? Say yes or pull up that protective shield?

My eyes filled with tears as my gaze shifted from the glittering diamond to the face of the man I loved. Was there even a doubt?

I nodded, smiling through my tears. “Yes, Salvare. I will.”

Kate Collins