Something about men made her uncomfortable, made her second-guess herself. Maybe it was her high school years that turned her off men for a while. Dur...ng high school, Charmion had been awkward. She was 5′ 10′, flat as a board and was as skinny as a green bean. Her deep ebony curls were always frizzy. Her ivory pale skin made her look sickly. Everyone made fun of her. They teased her about her height, her pale skin, and about her name. The teasing had been traumatic her freshman year. Before she. After gathering the basics in my little red basket, waiting my turn in line, paying with coupons and my card and bagging up my bounty, I’m homeward bound. I decide for a trip to the restroom before I cover the last miles to the house. Setting my bag down on the table by the doorway before I go in, I gaze up to the cork board with all of the lost cat, car for sale, church potluck, charity car wash and dog grooming flyers to see a corner of paper that was torn off and a note written on it in. The text came and sure enough she was stood outside the door looking around to see who might see her, looking classy in a long wool coat dark tights or stockings and low heeled knee boots, mmmm I thought she remembered. As we came inside I kissed her on the cheek with my hand on her back and she shivered slightly, I think we were both unsure how to play this having talked about meeting for so long but being unable to do so. “how was the train trip” “it was good” come into my office it’s a. You have to each get down on yourknees and ask the other. You have to be equal. That's how our mummiesdid it."Angela and I smiled and acknowledged Chenille's declaration. We bothknelt in front of each other and simultaneously asked the question ofeach other."Will you marry me?"And we both answered, "Yes!"Whilst we were on our knees, the girls circled us and hugged us thenfinally let us get up. "Can I be the first to tell our mummies?" begged Martina."If you want. Do you mind.