we left the house.”
“Oh?”
“He mentioned that you’d stopped by earlier.”
“I did. I wanted to make sure it was okay if we used the house.”
“That’s what he said.” She moved some vegetables around with her fork. “He and Anna looked so cute together. She held his hand the whole time she was telling him about the wedding. I wish you could have seen it. It reminded me of the way he and Mom used to sit together.” For a moment, she seemed lost in thought. Then she looked up. “I wish Mom were still around,” she said. “She always loved weddings.”
“I think it runs in the family,” I murmured.
She smiled wistfully. “You’re probably right. You can’t imagine how much fun this is, even on such short notice. I can’t wait until Leslie gets married and we have time to really concentrate on it.”
“She doesn’t even have a serious boyfriend, let alone someone who wants to propose to her.”
“Details, details,” she said, tossing her head. “It doesn’t mean we can’t start planning it, does it?”
Who was I to argue? “Well, when it does happen,” I commented, “I hope that whoever proposes gets my permission in advance.”
“Did Keith do that?”
“No, but this wedding’s such a rush, I wouldn’t have expected him to. Still, it’s one of those character-building experiences I think every young man should go through.”
“Like when you asked Daddy?”
“Oh, I built a lot of character that day.”
“Oh?” She gazed at me curiously.
“I think I could have handled it a little better.”
“Daddy never told me that.”
“That’s probably because he took pity on me. It wasn’t exactly the most opportune of moments.”
“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”
“Because I never wanted you to know.”
“Well, now you have to tell me.”
I reached for my glass of wine, trying not to make a big deal out of it. “All right,” I said, “here’s the story. I’d come by right after work, but I was supposed to meet with the partners again later that same night, so I didn’t have much time. I found Noah working in his shop. This was right before we all went to stay at the beach. Anyway, he was building a birdhouse for some cardinals that had nested on the porch, and he was right in the middle of tacking the roof on. He was pretty intent on finishing the work before the weekend, and I kept trying to figure out a way to work the subject of you and me into the conversation, but the opportunity wasn’t there. Finally, I just blurted it out. He asked me if I’d get him another nail, and when I handed it to him, I said, ‘Here you go. And oh, by the way, that reminds me—would you mind if I married Jane?’ ”
She giggled. “You always were a smooth one,” she remarked. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, given the way you proposed. It was so . . .”
“Memorable?”
“Malcolm and Linda never get tired of that story,” she said, referring to a couple we’d been friends with for years. “Especially Linda. Every time we’re with other people, she begs me to tell the story.”
“And of course, you’re willing to oblige.”
She raised her hands innocently. “If my friends enjoy my stories, who am I to withhold them?”
As the easy banter continued through dinner, I was conscious of everything about her. I watched as she cut the chicken into small bites before eating it, and the way her hair caught the light; I smelled the faintest trace of the jasmine gel she’d used earlier. There was no explanation for this longer-lasting newfound ease between us, and I didn’t try to understand it. I wondered if Jane even noticed. If so, she gave no indication, but then neither did I, and we lingered over dinner until the remains grew cold on the table.
The story of my proposal is indeed memorable, and it never fails to provoke gales of laughter among those who hear it.
This sharing of history is fairly common in our social circle, and when we socialize, my wife and I cease to be individuals. We are a couple, a team, and I’ve often enjoyed this interplay. We can each hop into the middle of a story that the other has begun and continue the other’s train of thought without hesitation. She might begin the story in which Leslie was leading a cheer at a football game when one of the running backs slipped near the sideline and began careening toward her. If Jane pauses, I