wine. "I thought it would be all right. This is a special
occasion," he added.
I nodded and went back to our dinner
preparations. When everything was ready, I told him
to light the candles and sit at the table. I would bring
in the meal.
"Let me help," he said, but I insisted and he
went into the dining room.
I brought in the food and Robert poured glasses
of wine. Shyly we made a toast to the Sea Marina. "May she have a successful maiden voyage,"
Robert declared.
We began to eat. Robert raved about
everything. We laughed, drank more wine, and
pretended first we were the owners and then the
guests.
"This is our honeymoon," he suggested. "Where
are we from?"
"New York. No, the Midwest. That way we
haven't seen the ocean," I followed.
"And now that we have, we're enchanted." "We don't want to leave. Ever."
He changed his posture, trying to take on the
demeanor of an older, stuffy businessman.
"I'm even thinking of looking for work here.
Did I tell you, my dear?"
I imitated Grandma Olivia and looked down my
nose at him.
"No, you didn't."
"I looked at a small beach house yesterday.
Nothing elaborate, but it has a wonderful view. It
would be a great place to ra