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The Greatest Gift of All
Chapter 11
Pick-up Tux (Ok, I like the title. Hehe! Ah, never mind.)
"UGH! I hate wearing tuxedos," Ben complained as he looked at his tuxedo that he would be wearing in just six hours. He and Matt were picking up everybody's tuxes from the rental shop and taking them back to the house.
"Have you ever worn a tux?" Matt asked curiously.
Yeah! Well. . .no," he admitted.
Matt laughed, "There's a first time for everything."
"Well, I hope I never have to wear one again. I mean. . .they're ugly. They don't call them 'penguin suits' for nothing."
"Penguins are pretty birds," Matt laughed. "Don't worry; they're not that bad, just as long as you don't have to wear them all day. If you never want to wear one again, though, you better not get married because it's a given that you'll have to wear one."
"I'll elope," he shrugged.
Matt was quiet for a second. "You know, that's a great idea. I wish Sarah and I had eloped," he smiled at Ben. He was inwardly laughing at his own inside joke. As far as he knew, nobody but Ruthie had known that he and Sarah actually had eloped.
"You wouldn't mind if I eloped?"
"Nah, unless it was Mary you eloped with; then I might," he added.
"Mary? Why would I do that? Mary and I aren't even together."
"True. . .but you still love her," Matt got right to the point.
"I do not," Ben said weakly.
"Ok, if you say so," Matt decided to let the subject drop.
Ben had other plans, though. "What makes you think I still love her?" he wondered.
"I don't know, really. Maybe the way you were looking at her last night at dinner."
"How? How was I looking at her?"
"Like I look at Sarah. Like Dad looks at Mom. Like Kevin looks at Lucy."
"I do?"
"Yeah, you do." Matt finished putting the tuxes in the back of the minivan and closed the back door. "You just don't think you do."
"Why would I not think I do, if I do; I mean, if I do, wouldn't I think I do?"
"Do you have any idea what you just said?" Matt asked.
"No," Ben admitted.
"I do. You see. You're trying to resist, and I completely understand why. You don't want to get hurt again. Mary's already hurt you before. It's not that she didn't love you, she just. . .has a fear of commitment."
"Do you suppose she's over that fear yet?" Ben asked curiously.
"There's only one way to find out, isn't there? Of course, it's going to involve taking a risk."
"Yeah, a risk," Ben laughed humorlessly. Was he willing to take a risk with Mary again?
The Greatest Gift of All
Chapter 11
Pick-up Tux (Ok, I like the title. Hehe! Ah, never mind.)
"UGH! I hate wearing tuxedos," Ben complained as he looked at his tuxedo that he would be wearing in just six hours. He and Matt were picking up everybody's tuxes from the rental shop and taking them back to the house.
"Have you ever worn a tux?" Matt asked curiously.
Yeah! Well. . .no," he admitted.
Matt laughed, "There's a first time for everything."
"Well, I hope I never have to wear one again. I mean. . .they're ugly. They don't call them 'penguin suits' for nothing."
"Penguins are pretty birds," Matt laughed. "Don't worry; they're not that bad, just as long as you don't have to wear them all day. If you never want to wear one again, though, you better not get married because it's a given that you'll have to wear one."
"I'll elope," he shrugged.
Matt was quiet for a second. "You know, that's a great idea. I wish Sarah and I had eloped," he smiled at Ben. He was inwardly laughing at his own inside joke. As far as he knew, nobody but Ruthie had known that he and Sarah actually had eloped.
"You wouldn't mind if I eloped?"
"Nah, unless it was Mary you eloped with; then I might," he added.
"Mary? Why would I do that? Mary and I aren't even together."
"True. . .but you still love her," Matt got right to the point.
"I do not," Ben said weakly.
"Ok, if you say so," Matt decided to let the subject drop.
Ben had other plans, though. "What makes you think I still love her?" he wondered.
"I don't know, really. Maybe the way you were looking at her last night at dinner."
"How? How was I looking at her?"
"Like I look at Sarah. Like Dad looks at Mom. Like Kevin looks at Lucy."
"I do?"
"Yeah, you do." Matt finished putting the tuxes in the back of the minivan and closed the back door. "You just don't think you do."
"Why would I not think I do, if I do; I mean, if I do, wouldn't I think I do?"
"Do you have any idea what you just said?" Matt asked.
"No," Ben admitted.
"I do. You see. You're trying to resist, and I completely understand why. You don't want to get hurt again. Mary's already hurt you before. It's not that she didn't love you, she just. . .has a fear of commitment."
"Do you suppose she's over that fear yet?" Ben asked curiously.
"There's only one way to find out, isn't there? Of course, it's going to involve taking a risk."
"Yeah, a risk," Ben laughed humorlessly. Was he willing to take a risk with Mary again?