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. You know exactly what I was about to say.I m notabout to verbalize it as the only thing that will accomplish is anelevation of your smugness levels.I tucked my hands in my pockets. This is the most memorabledate I ve ever been on, I admitted, checking my watch. Andwe re only thirty minutes in, I said, offering her my arm. Oh, and by the way, when the nice man welcoming us aboardaddressed you by your last name, your pleading the fifth as to boatownership was useless. Shouldering me, she reached for my arm. Nice boat.I wrenched my face into confusion. I don t know what you re I wrenched my face into confusion. I don t know what you retalking about, so maybe we should stop talking and move onto.  I winked, making her eyes widen  dinner, I said, motioningbehind her.She spun around, but not before I detected the color bleedingthrough her cheeks. Whoa, she whispered to herself.And whoait was, as I d intended.I knew it was a generally agreed upon adage that less is more, butit was one I d vehemently been against my entire life.More wasmore as far as I was concerned, and in holding to this excessivetradition, the dining area prepared before us fit the bill.Jewel toned oversized pillows, Moroccan lamps flickering withsandalwood scented candles, and a canopy of turquoise silk with ajasmine garland blew in the breeze, transporting us into anothertime, another world.A world where there was no one but Emmaand me, and when she looked over at me, hard and purposeful, Iknew she felt the same thing.knew she felt the same thing. It s beautiful, she whispered, moving towards our little piece ofMorocco. Yes it is, I said, staring at her as she fingered the silk rippling offthe canopy.When she looked back at me, her face was glowing, like she wastwo minutes into finding Neverland. Thank you, she said, herface happy in a way I hadn t seen it before.Happy like she had nobad memories to taint it. You re welcome, I said, fighting off the urge to shrug it off like itwas no big deal.Because it was a big deal.I d lost count decadesago, this could have been my ten-thousandth date, but this was myfirst date with someone I cared about.Truly cared about.Trailing her fingers along the silk, she said,  What? No wittycomeback? No word play in return? she asked, giving me aknowing look. Nah, I said. I figured you re properly aware of how incredibly Nah, I said. I figured you re properly aware of how incrediblyfunny and downright comedic I am by now.It s time to get to themeat and potatoes of our relationship.Her face dropped a little. Meaning? It s question and answer time, baby, and since this is my date, I wagged my eyebrows at her  I get to be the questioner.The skin between her eyebrows creased. Sounds painful.Excruciating even. Nah, I replied, chancing a hand on the curve of her back beforeweaving us under the canopy. I ll go easy on you.She took my arm as she sank into one of the oversized pillowssurrounding the table. That would be reassuring if your  easy waslike everyone else s  easy,  she said, a grin flickering over hermouth. Meaning? I asked, lounging into the pillow across from her andmoving the centerpiece to the side.Nothing was going to impair myview of her tonight.Her eyebrows twitched upwards. Your easy is everyone s hard.It s like you live your life looking for the next great challenge.Thenext Everest to scale.The next city to conquer, she said, staring atme like she d got me all figured out. What people look at and say impossible , you say  bring it on. Just as her stare was about to bury me where I sat, her shoulderslifted in time to the corners of her mouth. Your easy is my hard. That was deep, I replied in my lightest tone, though I was stillreeling from her words [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]