Chapter Eight
Ilka was flying in on a Thursday evening. I met her at the airport and took her to dinner. I thought it would be a good place to discuss the situation. We ordered an expensive bottle of wine. Then I said, “I’ve been giving a lot of thought to you and me. We have a lot in common. All those years we spent in college together gave us a chance to really get to know one another. I guess the question I have for you is would you consider moving to Florida and marrying me?” She had just taken a mouth full of wine. She nearly spit it all over the table.
For what seemed like an eternity, she did not respond. Then she said, “I’ve been thinking a lot about us as well. As one point, I was going to ask you to marry me.” After another short pause, “Do you think that I can get a job down
