“We’re even, you know that?”
“Sure, I get to see you on all your honeymoons.”
“I’m going to confuse you one of these days and take my honeymoon somewhere else.”
Pretending to be upset, “You can’t do that, Mr. Matthews; it just wouldn’t be the same.”
He was right. A honeymoon anywhere, but the Poconos, just wouldn’t be the same. Inquiring further, I asked him who the lucky lady was this time. He went on to say that he had decided to marry for money this time. He said he was marrying the hotel owner’s daughter. The first two times, it was for love. This time, he said, he thought it would be just as easy to fall in love with someone who had money. That was one I hadn’t tried out. But one never knows what the future may have in store.
“Oh, and congratulations, Mr. Matthews, she’s a beauty
