"I love you." Those were the words that I never thought I'd hear again. Well at least not from a man I wasn't related to.
"I love you, too." Once again, never thought I'd say that again. The next words out of Andy's mouth surprised me.
"Will you marry me, Rachel?" (a/n they never did tell us her name…)
I was stunned I almost said, "I can't. I'm already married." Then I remembered: I wasn't. At least not anymore. I was a widow. And this man before me on his knees had also been widowed. We had pasts. But together we could also have a future. So I said, "Yes, Andy." It made him so happy. But then he made me happy, so it evened out.
It soon struck me that this, this was the easy part. Now the hard part would be going home and telling Suze. Suze had always been… different. And a little troubled. Especially after her father died. She never really seemed to grieve his death. Although she did sleep with his shirt for a while. But then I kept his ashes in our apartment. I remember a few times, though, I would walk up to her door and hear her talking. And she would sound as if she were talking to her dad.
There was also the little fact that we would have to move to California, and she would acquire three stepbrothers. She had only had one real friend throughout her life, Gina. She would have to leave Gina. I think the change would be good for her though. She was always getting into trouble and young men never really seemed interested in her. One year she was even voted most likely to dismember someone. She needs to get away from that reputation and start anew. Well, it's too late to tell her tonight. I'll tell her in the morning… yea, I'll tell her in the morning.