I pull her down for a kiss.
“You know… I think missionary is highly underrated.”
I watchher sleep then get to work.
The whole bedroom is festooned with flowers.
I have breakfast ready on a tray for her, plus nice cocktails.
She wakes up, blinking. “Oh my god.”
“Since I figured it was probably too soon for your favorite pastime. Also, we’re fifty-eight floors up, so it’s not like I can stand outside of your bedroom window with a boom box.”
I whip the towel off the tray. “Eggs Benedict? Country ham? Biscuits and gravy? Also, we have leftover pizza, if you must.”
“This smells amazing.” She reaches for a strawberry.
“I have people going through your house to remove any more notes and to tell me the best hiding places so I can leave you some of my own,” I inform her. “And I told them to ignore your sex toys.”
“Oh my gosh.”
She picks up the little square of handmade paper.
I like how pretty you look asleep, taking my cock.
I hold up another one.
Your tits are fire.
“I had to have a special typewriter key made for this emoji, FYI.”
53
WINNIE
The organ plays. I straighten up at the end of the forest church aisle decorated with thousands of flowers.
“We really know how to plan a wedding, don’t we, Creampuff?”
“The tiara is a bit much.”
“Every woman should be a princess on her grandmother’s ethically challenged wedding day.”
“I kept hoping Ernie would croak before Gran could go through with it. Let that problem just solve itself.”
“You two are awful,” Mom hisses as we pass her.
I take my place next to Kathy, and Fitz takes his place next to Ernie, who’s listing over his walker.
“When are we getting cake?” the elderly man asks.
“In a little bit.” Fitz pats him.
In the audience, Fitz’s brothers make faces.
The organ music changes, and Granny slowly comes down the aisle on my father’s arm.
“My beautiful bride, Betty!” Ernie says happily.
