. and of course he gave, and gave generously, as he always did.“Can we tell Bernie and your mum and dad?” Mary asked as they lay in bed the next m...rning.“Of course! But I think we need to talk and make some plans first. You are going to marry me aren’t you, Mary?”“Gosh, I hope so, but I’m not in any hurry; I’ve got an awful lot of catching up to do first. I want your babies, too, but I’m still young. You’ve got your band things to do and I want to go out on the road with you.”“Okay ... so we. “I’m full,” she said, as if that word had a special meaning.“Please tell me you’re okay,” I pleaded.Her hand eased off and went further behind me to simply pull me against her. Her lips came close to mine.“I’m fine,” she said. She gave me the tiniest of pecks. “I feel so ... strange.”“I should take it out,” I said.“No ... you shouldn’t.” She licked her lips.“What?”“I can’t believe I worried so much about this,” she said.Then she kissed me again. This time it was no peck.She communicated with. Ok, maybe the second best.As we were just about to pack up, Clay came running back, out of breath and sweating."Hi, guys." There you are," Mom said, "we were just about to leave for dinner."I crinkled my nose. "You might want to take a shower first." Good idea." We all went back to the hotel and showered. I put on a new pearl necklace Mom had gotten me and my nicest earrings. We took a tram to the restaurant, which was on top of a hill. We were seated next to the window, and watched the sun go. .Toweling off and drying my light red hair with the blow dryer, I curl most of my waist-length ends, and then work my mop into a messy bun towards the top, letting the ringlets cascade down a bit to my neck, knowing that he loves playing with my hair. Quickly I do my makeup... just enough to emphasize my light-grey eyes, a little shimmery purple eyeshadow, some dramatic eye liner, my favorite mascara, and then carefully outlining my lips and adding a light mauvy-pink lipstick, making them look.