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1945. The case of the mysterious proposal

When Anita got to the last sip of her tea at the rather sophisticated afternoon tea-party there was an engagement ring at the bottom of her cup. Her first thought was “I was lucky not to have swallowed all those diamonds”. Then she wondered whose ring may have slipped off as they drank tea and she had picked up the wrong cup. And then she wondered, “I wonder if this ring was meant for me? I have dated two of the men here but I doubt that either was serious enough.”

She glanced around. No one seemed to be watching her. No one seemed to be waiting for a “Yes!” No one seemed to be anticipating a surreptitious shriek of excitement to escape her cherry red lips.

If the proposal was real it would be so banal to simply say, “Hey! Look what I found!” She would spend an entire marriage living with the dullness of having not looked pleased at the marriage proposal.

George came over to her. He was undoubtedly the handsomest man there – or so Anita thought – although he wasn’t one of the two that Anita had been out on dates with.

“How’s it going?” said George.

“Good,” said Anita. “And how are you?”

“Good,” said George. “Would you like another cup of tea?”

“I’d love one,” said Anita.

George took Anita’s cup and saucer and headed for the table with the teapot. He returned.

“Thank you so much,” said Anita. George moved further around the room.

Needless to say, Anita was rather keen to get to the bottom of her cup. Was the ring still there? She was halfway through sips of her too, too hot tea when Berwyn began squealing in the far corner of the room.

“Oh George! Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Oh Georgie darling! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

132. A passing train


Richard moved into a house next to the railway line. He had invited Miriam around. Tonight he would propose. He had the ring. He had prepared a beautiful meal.

Richard was nervous. Miriam was a little bit prudish; “proper” would perhaps be a better word. But Richard knew she was the one. He knew she knew it too!

The meal was over. The music was soft. The candles cast a lovely light. He reached into his pocket that held the ring. He went down on one knee.

“Miriam,” he said. A roaring train began to pass. “Will you marry me?”

Oh! the deafening commotion! The house shook. Richard quivered. Miriam trembled. The noise increased. It was as if the train was coming through the house.

Miriam nodded.