Her name was Marie, and I seem to remember mentioning her. I shall hazard repeating myself, on the chance my memory is faulty. She was the stable mast...r's daughter. Charley and Stephan, her brothers, I am sure I have already mentioned. Marie was the eldest, at sixteen or seventeen, I can't remember which. She was a pretty girl, but astonishingly shy, unable to meet anyone's gaze, even that of cook, who supervised most of her duties. She had worked for us for five years, and I had yet to hear. .. but they didn't!" Leon muttered. "Anyway, you really deserve the promotion, after the way you've been hustling around selling the products for them!" Well, maybe you're right, darling! Thanks!" She leaned over impulsively and kissed him.Everything was not automatically ironed out for them in their personal relationships. That was hammered out in long, intimate talks, the most they had communicated with each other in a long time. Leon cut back on his long hours of work at his service station.. You’ll meet her soon enough.) I was walking in the general direction of a bar that used to be a favorite of my wife. She was in Portland, so there was no danger of running into her there. Almost as an afterthought, I realized that I probably didn’t have enough money, and I started digging in my pockets in order to take financial stock of the evening. I had a twenty and a five. The sitter would take care of the twenty… I’d HAVE to pay her for two hours, minimum. I racked my brain. Monday. It was. Sans diamond,” Jordan gestured toward Denise, who broke down into tears.“Yes, yes, yes ... if you’re asking what I think that you are ... yes, I’ll marry you! I’ll marry you as soon as I can. Screw the rock! I just want to be your wife!” Denise hugged and kissed Jordan repeatedly, clearly being deliriously happy now.“Well, I’m no priest or rabbi, neither of them likely to perform a lesbian wedding, anyway, but I’ll do the honors if you wish it. I’m an ordained minister nowadays, thanks to the.