~*Chapter 7* ~
Out of breath, Maria sat down next to him, smiling at her ex-husband.
"I forgot to give you the ticket back." She said, holding the paper to Georg who took it grinning.
"Oh yes, thank you for bringing it back."
"You're welcome." she smiled.
"Well, this plane will take off soon; you'd better hurry if you don't want to end up in Austria."
"I'm afraid I'm much too exhausted to get up." She whispered, leaning back in her seat.
"Then you better rest for a while."
"Mmmh." Maria nodded "Besides, I suppose you might need someone to hold your hand, or has your opinion towards flying changed?"
"Erm, not really" He blushed slightly. "I hope you haven't told anybody."
"No, of course not. I promised you, remember?"
"Yes." Georg smiled, suddenly feeling a lot better. How could he ever forget their flight to Paris nine years ago, Maria's surprised laughter after she had realized he was afraid of flying, her kiss after she had promised him not to tell anybody that Captain von Trapp was afraid of something.
"Better?" Maria asked playfully, laying her hand on his, and both laughed.
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"I just don't get it." Martha said, somewhat angrily.
"Me neither. Grown-ups behave so silly sometimes." Gretl agreed her sister.
"You wanna say you suddenly don't feel grown-up anymore?" Kurt teased her.
"Of course I do - Of course I am." Gretl protested. "However, I'll never act like that. They behave like children."
"I thought like grown-ups." Kurt giggled. "However you're right, somebody should do something."
"And what? Do you want to close them into a room?" Brigitta looked at her brother. She and her siblings were sitting on the terrace of the von Trapp villa, enjoying the view at the lake that lay peacefully in the beams of the evening sun.
"Maybe that would be an idea." Liesl sighed. "On the other hand, maybe they, maybe Mother just needs some more time."
"Even more?" Friedrich shook his head.
"He hurt her badly, Friedrich."
"It hurt me, too, when he left us like this. However, he told us why he did. And to say the truth: I would have done the same."
"Friedrich! You wouldn't." Louisa shouted surprised at her brother.
"Of course I would. Maybe it's not the nicest way, but it was the only one. I know that, you know that, Mother knows that. If he had told us, one of us would have told something. We have never been good liars, none of us. Remember the blue strawberries?"
"Yeah, but that was you!" Marta pointed at her oldest brother.
"Because none of you had a better idea." He blushed upon the memory of his silly lie.
"Maybe we should get back to the point." Peter said. Liesl's husband had quietly listened to the chat between the siblings until now. "Sometimes you got to play matchmaker, right? Well – so why don't we just do it?"
"And how, Darling?"
"When you didn't want to marry me, after I had asked you the first time, Stephanie suddenly was quiet interested in me, remember?"
"Yeah but –" Liesl stopped. "I just can't believe it! You did that on purpose?"
"Of course I did. Even Shakespeare said that the oldest weapon is jealousy." Peter grinned and the others couldn't help but grin too.
"Oh my God and I married you." Liesl rolled her eyes. "I can only hope that Johannes will never get like that."
All of sudden Marta got up.
"Where are you going?" Brigitta asked her surprised.
"Playing matchmaker." The young girl said mysteriously.
TBC.
**ATN: The unwritten rule of all SOM-FanFic's: Always mention strawberries – BLUE strawberries;-) *** Thanks again to my two lovely Betas;-)**** Please review! ****
