The Odds on Lightning
Twist upon twist. This may seem like a cute little romance..but, trust me…It’s worth reading to the end. You will not be disappointed.
The day was glorious. Lake Armly sparkled as if there were diamonds on the water and the sound of the wind was almost like music to Christopher. Or maybe it was just the sheer joy of being with Ginny.
“All I am asking is that you pick a date and stick with it, sweetheart.” He said. “We need their blessing. Well, we don’t need their blessing, but it would be a lot easier if we had it.”
“Correct,”she replied.
“You’re so stoic.” he said. “But such passion underneath!” He reached out to tickle her but she rolled away laughing.
“Ginny! I need to know what you’re thinking. Why this angst? Let’s just go talk to them. They’re your parents. They want you to be happy. You always seem to agree with me, but when it comes down to the moment of truth you keep making excuses. Why the ambivalence? It’s not like hundreds of years ago when they had arranged marriages and one had to be afraid of one’s parents”
Suddenly she perked up and he groaned inwardly. How easily she became sidetracked at the slightest opportunity for a historical discussion.
“That’s true.” She answered. “If it were…”
“No!” He groaned, covering his eyes.
“Lets’ see.” She continued, smiling. She was fully aware that she was driving him crazy. “If it were…hmm..the year fifteen hundred and thirty-six, I might be going through the traitor’s gate right at this moment! To London Towers to be beheaded for failing to give my husband a son! Isn’t this the month she was executed? Anne Boleyn? All those beheadings in the lovely month of May!” She looked over the beautiful English countryside. “I wonder why they usually picked spring for all those hideous executions?”
“Yes.” He sighed, feigning an exasperation that he didn’t honestly feel. “May! The month I would like to be married in if you would kindly leave your gothic novel dreamland and morph back to the future please!”
“Let’s elope!” She cried suddenly, springing to life. Just as she said it a gust of wind swept her ash blond hair into a tempest around her face and she took an elastic band from her purse and began a vain attempt to pull it into a ponytail.
Twist upon twist. This may seem like a cute little romance..but, trust me…It’s worth reading to the end. You will not be disappointed.
The day was glorious. Lake Armly sparkled as if there were diamonds on the water and the sound of the wind was almost like music to Christopher. Or maybe it was just the sheer joy of being with Ginny.
“All I am asking is that you pick a date and stick with it, sweetheart.” He said. “We need their blessing. Well, we don’t need their blessing, but it would be a lot easier if we had it.”
“Correct,”she replied.
“You’re so stoic.” he said. “But such passion underneath!” He reached out to tickle her but she rolled away laughing.
“Ginny! I need to know what you’re thinking. Why this angst? Let’s just go talk to them. They’re your parents. They want you to be happy. You always seem to agree with me, but when it comes down to the moment of truth you keep making excuses. Why the ambivalence? It’s not like hundreds of years ago when they had arranged marriages and one had to be afraid of one’s parents”
Suddenly she perked up and he groaned inwardly. How easily she became sidetracked at the slightest opportunity for a historical discussion.
“That’s true.” She answered. “If it were…”
“No!” He groaned, covering his eyes.
“Lets’ see.” She continued, smiling. She was fully aware that she was driving him crazy. “If it were…hmm..the year fifteen hundred and thirty-six, I might be going through the traitor’s gate right at this moment! To London Towers to be beheaded for failing to give my husband a son! Isn’t this the month she was executed? Anne Boleyn? All those beheadings in the lovely month of May!” She looked over the beautiful English countryside. “I wonder why they usually picked spring for all those hideous executions?”
“Yes.” He sighed, feigning an exasperation that he didn’t honestly feel. “May! The month I would like to be married in if you would kindly leave your gothic novel dreamland and morph back to the future please!”
“Let’s elope!” She cried suddenly, springing to life. Just as she said it a gust of wind swept her ash blond hair into a tempest around her face and she took an elastic band from her purse and began a vain attempt to pull it into a ponytail.