So Marcus built one for me.
My body bucked.
The sob sounded painful.
But it was the most beautiful pain I’d ever experienced.
And it was the pain of knowing I’d never really needed acastle.
I just needed my prince charming.
And I’d found him.
“They’ll be fine right there.”
“You should wear them.”
“They’ll be fineright there, honey bunch.”
Marcus turned me so my eyes left the glass-covered case withits ice-blue silk amongst which the circle of an add-a-pearl necklace wasperfectly placed.A case that was standing displayed on a slant on the shelfthat was above the seven-drawer jewelry cabinet in our walk-in closet.
The only other thing on that shelf was a fabulous weddingpicture with a beautiful bride, a handsome groom, and three other dolled-uppeople, everyone smiling big, standing amongst daisies with a backdrop ofmountains covered in glistening white snow.
The bride and groom were holding each other.
They were also holding glasses filled with champagne andetched with peacocks.
I looked up into my husband’s eyes.
“Is there something you aren’t telling me?”he asked gently.
“I want them perfect for her when she comes to us and it’stime to give them to her,” I replied.
I knew Marcus got it.
Because he always got it.
And because his smile took my breath away.
Marcus
A number of years later…
“Darling, would you like to share with mewhat’s troubling you?”
Marcus had his eyes on his wife.
Since they’d come home from the party, she’d been subdued.
She didn’t normally come home from a Rock Chick party orafter having anything to do with the Rock Chicks subdued.
She could come home drunk.She could come home exhaustedfrom dancing in a club mostly populated by gay men.She could come home sharingshe’d tipped a number of drag queens (or strippers) so many fifty dollar bills,he was out thousands.She could come home having used one of her (seven) stunguns.She could come home to an angry and/or alarmed husband because she’d beenshot at or in a car chase.
This was the life of a Rock Chick.
Which meant he led the beleaguered life of the man of a RockChick.
As insane as it was, he wouldn’t have it any other way.Thewomen she’d found and formed into her posse were the best he’d ever met.
