Rising from behind my shelter, I sat on the love-seat. “Well, I was sleeping in my apartment in 1980, when I awoke here. You see, I was in some sort of mind game, which I am still in.”
“So, you’re telling me I’m not really here?”
“Yes, unfortunately.”
“Yeah, right.”
“Huh?”
“I know that the game doesn’t work. Remember, we went to see if we could turn it on just about a month ago. The game doesn’t work!”
“But I’m in it! You see, you’re a character in my future that I have not yet met.” I said, ignoring that last comment. For some strange reason, I thought she could understand.
“So, what did you do with my Adam?”
“Your Adam?”
“The one who proposed to me?”
“I don’t know. Maybe I am him, and just don’t know it. From what I know, I just got here last night, but if this was real,” I said, trying to heal the wound I had created, “I’d be the happiest man alive. Can we go from here?” I edged closer to her.
“But can’t you remember how much you loved me?”
“I love you now.” She sidled into my arms as my arms went around her. As our faces drew near for the kiss of forgiveness, her crying caused a violent sneeze, for which she turned her head. This turn I did not see with my eyes closed and I ended up missing her face completely and kissing her knee. After which I fell off the love-seat.
“Sorry about that, Adam!” She said. Lifting my head from the floor I heard something. I put my head to the floor like those Indians do in westerns. Hearing someone outside, I motioned to my bride for silence. I went to the door and heard whispering. So, they want to hear a fight, I thought. I’ll give them one.
I approached my bride, “Do you want to teach come eavesdroppers a lesson?”
“Sure. How?”
“We’ll pretend to fight, but come out of the room as if nothing happened.”
“Okay.” We got into position to make a real go of it. We started throwing things and yelling at each other at the top of our lungs. After a few minutes of this free-for-all, we went toward the door. Opening it I said, “Well, look what we have here.”
“We were just about to leave.” Bette said.
“All at the same time?” My bride asked.
“Uhh. . .”
“We know, you’re eavesdropping.” I said.
“We were not.” Craig said. “We were just listening as we passed by.” They all laughed.
“Well, it’s time for us to be off.” I said. “Noah!!”
“Yes, sir.”
“Get the car warmed up.”
“Yes, sir.” Noah left. We drove off in the limousine amid the rain of rice.
While we were in the car, the phone rang. “Hello?” I said, answering it.
“Hey Adam! I found out where your honeymoon is to be!”
