Taking Chances
It felt silly for a grown woman to be so nervous, uncertain. Even more so when it was Mary Poppins. Still, she supposed she had good reason to feel that way. The heart cared little for what the mind had to say.
Suggesting all kinds of things, she said: it's such a lovely day, let's stay here and walk in the park. Let's sit here awhile by the fountain and by Neleus. Shall we go this way? Oh, here are some trees that happen to offer a lovely little spot…. For talking, laughing between friends.
Mary was often sly but that did not make her untruthful. She had learnt the skill of bending the truth this way and that, but never in a way that made her wrong or deceitful. And Mary had done everything she could that day to be sly.
This moment had been planned for years- half asking where, when, how, what would even happen?
Well, she was going to find out.
A lovely grove, isn't it- he said and she hummed and uttered various, uncommitting replies. Very nice, shaded, secluded. Perfect- a little too much.
"Seize the day," she told him suddenly.
He seemed confused but agreed, nonetheless. And she kissed him. Quickly, unsurely, softly. Mary stood back, wondering if she had made a mistake. An erroneous judgement that would forever haunt her. But Bert seemed unbothered, even going as far as to kiss her back.
How lucky.