Chapter 2-3
290 Parole
We spend another hour in the park, then go grocery shopping together, stocking up on food for the week. Peter buys enough to feed ten people, and when I question him about that, he informs me that he intends to invite my parents for dinner this Friday—and to pack me lunch to take to work each day.
When we come home, he disappears into the kitchen, and I go on my computer to deal with the emailed congratulations and gift cards—a popular choice for the majority of the guests at our wedding, given that no one had time to shop for an actual gift. I print out all the gift cards, sort them into categories, apply the codes to specific retailers as needed, and email back thank-yous. The whole process takes less than forty minutes—yet another perk of our simple, speedy wedding.
With George, we spent two weekends in a row on this task.
I’m about to shut down the computer when I see another email in my inbox—this one from an unknown sender but also with the subject of “Congratulations.”
I open it, expecting another gift card, but inside is just a short message.
Congratulations on a beautiful wedding. If you ever need to reach us, you can use this email address.
With best wishes,
Yan
I blink, staring at the email. I have no idea how Peter’s former teammate got my email, or why he decided to write to me, but I add his email address to my contacts, just in case.
Done with the gifts, I follow the delicious smells into the kitchen, where Peter is preparing lunch.
Maybe it’s too soon to tell, but I’m feeling optimistic.
This marriage thing is going to work out.
The two of us will make sure it does.
- Scrittore
