It happened, gals!
Lincoln Peters proposed.
He said, “Will you walk the middle aisle2 with me?” And I said, “Yes!”
The ring was a modest thing, not an orchid3. But that doesn’t matter. He hopes to make it big in the market. Charlie thinks that it will blow up soon and we’ll all be rich. Besides, I’m no gold digger, I wouldn't mind living small.
I sure hope you gals can make it to our wedding. We haven’t set a date, but you’ll be the first to know.
How I've dreamed of living in Paris.
-Marion.
Attaboy, Lincoln!! Oh Marion honey I'm real happy for you. Can't wait to see you in gay Paris!
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jig
John won't hear of it. He thinks it will upset my nerves too much. Paris would be lovely to see. You will have to tell me all about it.
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Horsefeathers!
ReplyDeleteJane, that's truely sad.
Thank goodness for my Lincoln. Bu yes, Jane, I should visit you and tell you all about it.
-Marion.