Madeline’s Wedding

It was Sunday and I was in church with my grandmother. I was supposed to meet Markus a couple of blocks away. He was taking me for lunch. I sat in the pew, singing but my thoughts were on Madeline’s wedding. And I was wondering what I was going to wear. I had an allowance. I could use some of it to buy a dress. I was going to ask Elvira to go with me to a store or a boutique to find a dress. I wanted something elegant but affordable.

After church, I made sure my grandmother got a ride home with one of the parishioners before I went to meet Markus. He was sitting on the stoop, looking so yummy. He was almost clean-shaven and it made him look very sexy and younger too. I had to resist the urge to throw myself at him and cover his face with kisses. Instead, I stood there, demure, holding my handbag in front of me because I had just come from church. I moved closer to him. “So, you went and did it.”

“Did what?”

“Shave off most of your facial hair.”

He smiled and touched his face. “Yes, I did. So, what do you think?”

“I think you look sexier.”

“And younger, I bet.”

I smiled. “I love it. I get to see more of your handsome face.”

“I did it for you. I wanted to look younger for you.”

Unable to resist, I reached out and touched his face. “Later, I will show you how much I love it.”

“I can’t wait.”

I withdrew my hand, my expression serious now. “Yesterday, Elvira told me that Madeline is getting married.”

“I know. I ran into Madeline yesterday and she told me.”

“And she invited you to the wedding.”

“Yes, but I’m not going.”

“Why not?”

“I can’t take you and I don’t want to go if you can’t go.”

“But, I am going. Elvira invited me as her guest.”

“That’s great.”

“So, you’ll change your mind and go?”

“Yes, now that I know that you’re going.”

“It will be hard acting like there’s nothing going on between us in front of everybody. We won’t be able to dance with each other.”

“Dancing is out of the question. I wouldn’t be able to hide my feelings.”

“Well, I’m not going to dance with anyone.”

“No even if you’re asked?”

“No. And you’re not going to dance with anyone, are you?”

“Only the bride, perhaps.”

“Um, what about Eliška?”

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“No, I don’t think so.”

“I won’t mind, you know. And I won’t be jealous because I trust you.”

“I don’t want to dance with her or anyone except you. Maybe we can sneak off somewhere where no one can see us and dance.”

I smiled. “That sounds good to me. And we can do a bit of necking.”

“Or go to my car for a quickie. I won’t be able to watch you all evening and not want to ravage you.”

“I love the way you think, Mr. Adelmann. Let’s go to your place right now and talk some more about what we’re going to do to each other at the wedding.”

Grinning, he stood up and grabbed my hand. And off we went to his parked car and to La Colombe Restaurant for lunch and afterwards, we went to his place where we spent the rest of the day. I didn’t get home until early evening.

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