Merry Mary, Marry Me?
‘I never expected that…’ Mary thought to herself, ‘How odd…’
Balancing the tray of home-baked cookies on her lap, she pondered the day while riding in the back seat of the Uber.
Her neighbor, Sally, had asked her to watch her eight year-old son, George. They helped each other out when possible. Today, Sally needed last minute items for her New Year’s party.
George challenged Mary to play some board game he’d gotten from Santa. They sat on the floor by the tree.
Games always gave Mary a chance to get to know people. The game made no difference to her. George excelled so Mary let him teach her.
They joked and laughed. But after a while, he became serious.
“Is something wrong?”
“Mary, would you marry me?”
“What?”
“You’re so fun to be with. And you’re so beautiful. I want to marry you.”
She couldn’t respond. ‘Where had this come from? He’s a kid. What eight year old…?’
George held her gaze. Mary hoped he’d make a joke.
“You’re so kind to me. Like no one, ever. I want us to be together always. We could be happy.”
She had to say something. “George, what a wonderful surprise. I had no idea you felt that way…
