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Date Posted: 19:39:52 07/15/01 Sun
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Schnee
's message, "The Ubiquitous Mr. Lovegrove" on 08:17:24 07/07/01 Sat
Why am I pressing Michael on where he went, when he looks so delicious with wet curls framing his face?
With less than motherly intentions, I move to help him out of his raincoat. Yet he withdraws from my reach as though he hiding something. But what?
“Yes, Mom.”
I frown, but only for a second as I consider that it is true. I am a mom. Well, sort of.
As Michael reaches his hand inside the taupe colored long coat, I realize he in fact does have something hidden behind the opaque material. A surprise. I love surprises--well, as long as they don’t remain a secret for long.
When his hand reappears, I behold a long package that he extends toward me.
My excitement screeches to a halt as I take the box in my hand, reading the label.
I look up at Michael saying only, “Soda Crackers?”
His green eyes stare back at me, as I’m certain mine are glaring at this point. I can almost see a hint of glee in them. He’s enjoying this.
“You went out in the rain just to get me crackers?”
“No.”
“Oh.” I’m now wondering if he ever intends to be straight with me. Instead I feel as if I’m a weak little mouse caught in the paws of a playful feline who’s not done with me yet.
Except I don’t feel up to any games at the moment. Setting the box on the table beside the note and the ginger ale, I step over to the sofa, plopping down like a spoiled child, complete with a pout on my face.
“Don’t you want to know why?” Michael queries, knowing exactly how to push my buttons.
Yes, he’s certainly enjoying this. I think I liked it better when he never smiled. Only blank stares. I decide not to answer, as childish as that may be.
Pulling a chair from the table, he sets it across from me with the back of it towards me. However, he straddles the chair such that he’s facing me. Without a word, I try to avoid making eye contact, and crossing my arms instead.
Five minutes ago, I wanted him here with me. Now I want him to leave me the hell alone. I feel my lips tremor, as an onslaught of tears threatens to erupt.
“This wasn’t quite the response I was expecting.” Michael says, trying to be sensitive and not laugh.
The tears in my eyes begin to distort my vision, as I can barely make out that he’s removing a paper bag from his coat. When Michael sets the bag in my lap, I am surprised by the weight of it and soon find the bag contains a book.
The Green Guide: Greece?
Before I say anything, I detect there is something carefully shoved inside the pages. Opening the book, I open to a page titled Rhodes and a pair of tickets. Train tickets reserved for a Mr. and Mrs. Lovegrove on the Orient Express.
“Lovegrove?”
“I didn’t have time to get us new ID’s. We’ll make do with these until I can find us new identities. ”
I hold the tickets without saying a word as my mind tries to process it all. It’s definitely more substantial than soda crackers and certainly not an impulse gift.
“We could go somewhere else if you prefer. I thought Greece would be suitable since it’s a place where I’ve never vacationed. And the Orient Express is known for being quite romantic, leaving from Paris. But if there is another destination….”
“No. Greece sounds wonderful. But several days on a train. Together. With Me. Are you sure?” I sniffle.
Michael, no longer able to suppress his laughter, “Even as hormonal as you are right now, I still want to be with you. And if you become too unbearable--it is a big train.”
I crack a smile, knowing I do deserve a bit of teasing.
“It sounds perfect—-Mr. Lovegrove.”
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