I walk in the door just before
five and unpack my bag. I check the phone, see that Mo called. I ring back. “G’day.
How’s it going?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah what? You called me.”
“I was coming past, thought I
might drop in.”
“Well, I wasn’t home, I was on
the train. I guess you’re now somewhere else and not coming past here.”
“Yeah.”
“How’s work? Are you working
hard?”
“Half the time.”
“What’s half the time?”
“It’s a bit quiet.”
“Lynne rang the other day, said
she’d seen you and you had a ring.”
“Yeah.”
“This’d be a ring for Katie. Do
you have any plan about giving it to her, saying anything significant, deep and
meaningful?”
“Not really.”
“Does she know you have a ring
to give her?”
“No. It’s sort of hard to catch
each other, even on Sundays.”
“Are you still intending to call
her father and ask about marrying his daughter.”
“Not her father so much as the
family. And I’ll just tell them that’s what we’re planning to do.”
“Good. Coz you know I don’t
approve of asking fathers if you can marry their daughters. It’s tantamount to
treating women like possessions to be given away.”
“I know how you feel about
marriage. I just think it’d be nice to tell them. Her mother said she wants to
know before anyone else.”
“So marriage has been mentioned
with the family?”
“Not really, but we’ve been
together nearly four years so I guess they sort of think it might happen.”
“OK. That’s good. Has it been four
years? That long? Listen, when you do you ask Katie, I want her to ring me and
tell me she’s going to marry you. If you’re extending that courtesy to her
parents, then I think she should call me. And I want to tell her that she’s
more than welcome to marry you. And that I’m delighted it’s her.”
“Yeah, OK.”
“What’s that noise?”
“Just came out of the shops and
turned on the bluetooth.”
“Sounds pretty weird. Look,
there’s about twenty minutes of daylight left and Jezza hasn’t had a walk. So I
might go and take him for a quick one.”
“No worries. Talk soon.”
“Yep. See ya.”
Rock on.
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