*********SLINE PART 9 - AND IT ALL FALLS APART*******
I remember the song that Alex used to sing whenever he felt like the whole world turned against him.
I don't know the title or the name of its author. I have only heard it once or twice, when he sang it with Maria, and even then, needless to say, I paid more attention to her lips than to the words coming out of them.
But I remember that one line always seemed to find a way to my ears and my mind.
A line that pretty much summarizes my whole life:
"Happiness, it's been no friend to me"
It never stayed with me long enough to be actually called that.
Not even than
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That night our little house was filled with the people we loved. Maria invited all of them over for a dinner, saying that she had something important to tell them. We didn't want to share our happiness with our friends over the phone.
So they all came.
Max and Liz, Alex and Isabel, Tess and Kyle.
Our friends.
Our family.
I remember how smooth everything was going. No one fought, no one discussed alien related things, no one was tense. Everyone was happy; everyone enjoyed the normalcy of the situation.
A group of young people spending their time with each other.
Laughing
Talking
Joking
Being happy and in love
Total perfection.
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The day before we decided that we'd announce the happy news after dessert - a home made apple pie with Tabasco – patented creation of Michael Guerin.
At 8 o'clock the cake was consumed and everyone was waiting anxiously for the revelations we had promised to reveal.
"Wait!" – jumped Maria startling me and everyone else. "Sorry"-she apologized sheepishly seeing our scared expressions. "Tonight everything's gotta be perfect so..."-she turned to me and sent me what I liked to call 'the glare of death' – "so don't you dare say anything, Spaceboy. Not until I come back with wine" – and with that she ran to the kitchen. 30 seconds later she came back with the red wine for humans and some nonalcoholic champagne for the aliens.
I stood up and put my arm around her waist ready to spill the beans.
No such luck.
She got out of my embrace and smacked my arm.
"Gee, aren't we in a little rush? I need to bring glasses too, right?"
And once again my sweet wife fled to the kitchen.
I shrugged off everyone's confused looks and mouthed "Maria" - it was enough to explain every weird thing in our household. Maria.
I smiled when I saw her coming back with the tray filled with tall glasses.
She smiled back at me and said "See, NOW we can tell them" –she said.
The next sound I heard was the sound of the glasses breaking.
My wife was lying on the floor.
Unconscious.
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Oh, and the song line is Bon Jovi's
I remember the song that Alex used to sing whenever he felt like the whole world turned against him.
I don't know the title or the name of its author. I have only heard it once or twice, when he sang it with Maria, and even then, needless to say, I paid more attention to her lips than to the words coming out of them.
But I remember that one line always seemed to find a way to my ears and my mind.
A line that pretty much summarizes my whole life:
"Happiness, it's been no friend to me"
It never stayed with me long enough to be actually called that.
Not even than
******************************************************************
That night our little house was filled with the people we loved. Maria invited all of them over for a dinner, saying that she had something important to tell them. We didn't want to share our happiness with our friends over the phone.
So they all came.
Max and Liz, Alex and Isabel, Tess and Kyle.
Our friends.
Our family.
I remember how smooth everything was going. No one fought, no one discussed alien related things, no one was tense. Everyone was happy; everyone enjoyed the normalcy of the situation.
A group of young people spending their time with each other.
Laughing
Talking
Joking
Being happy and in love
Total perfection.
*************************************************
The day before we decided that we'd announce the happy news after dessert - a home made apple pie with Tabasco – patented creation of Michael Guerin.
At 8 o'clock the cake was consumed and everyone was waiting anxiously for the revelations we had promised to reveal.
"Wait!" – jumped Maria startling me and everyone else. "Sorry"-she apologized sheepishly seeing our scared expressions. "Tonight everything's gotta be perfect so..."-she turned to me and sent me what I liked to call 'the glare of death' – "so don't you dare say anything, Spaceboy. Not until I come back with wine" – and with that she ran to the kitchen. 30 seconds later she came back with the red wine for humans and some nonalcoholic champagne for the aliens.
I stood up and put my arm around her waist ready to spill the beans.
No such luck.
She got out of my embrace and smacked my arm.
"Gee, aren't we in a little rush? I need to bring glasses too, right?"
And once again my sweet wife fled to the kitchen.
I shrugged off everyone's confused looks and mouthed "Maria" - it was enough to explain every weird thing in our household. Maria.
I smiled when I saw her coming back with the tray filled with tall glasses.
She smiled back at me and said "See, NOW we can tell them" –she said.
The next sound I heard was the sound of the glasses breaking.
My wife was lying on the floor.
Unconscious.
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Oh, and the song line is Bon Jovi's