Dear Diary
Bert chewed the end of his pen, glancing over the other side of the kitchen table. Arms crossed, brow raised, Mary didn't look so pleased at the interruption.
"I think it would be nice," he insisted, flashing her a charming grin.
She sniffed. "Don't be sweet with me. I already said no."
"Bu' you've had so many amazing experiences and it would be good t' jot it down." He added another encouraging smile. "You know, in case you forget."
Mary scoffed. "I never forget."
Bert took no mind, scribbling something down. The motion peaked her interest and she peered across. Holding the journal up so she couldn't see, he grinned at her, barely visible behind the book.
"What did you write?" she asked, suddenly curious.
"The date we met."
"That was a lovely day. It was mild and the spring had just arrived." She sighed happily, distracted by the thought.
Bert wrote down what she said, adding his own note. "And the sun was shining bright."
A content smile appeared on her lips, the sight promising. Bert was not one to miss an opportunity.
"Well, if we can' talk abou' some of the families, we could a' least talk about us."
Mary stared across at him, her gaze softening. "Yes, I suppose that would be nice, wouldn't it? We wouldn't want to forget."
Bert was already writing manically, pleased to have gotten her permission. "No, we wouldn't."