Mags and Marty met outside Buckingham Palace thirty-nine years ago. She was twenty-eight. He was thirty. They have loved each other since then. Kept an ocean apart, they have lived separate lives. Yet they’ve remained connected–two bumbling fools in love. Now, together in Lisbon, he finally suggests they make a life together. But have they waited to long?
“It’s all set, Marty,” I said, “I’m flying into Gatwick. I’ll be there at 8:30 p.m. Can you meet me then?”
“Sure can, Mags.”
“Okay then. I’ll see you in London in three days.”
“It’ll be a new chapter for us. A new beginning. I can’t wait,” he said. Then he was gone, but not before he leaned out the cab window and shouted, “Keep that wanker Manuel away from my lady.”
I waved and laughed and shouted, “See you in three days.” He blew me a kiss.
Back inside the apartment, I pulled up listings of cottages for sale in the Cotswolds and sea-view homes in Cornwall. I assumed it was England where Marty was thinking about settling down, although he hadn’t been as specific as that, but I doubted he was talking about the sea in Montreal. I suddenly felt a new zeal towards life. I packed my belongings, and cleaned the apartment. I waited for the days to pass. Manuel came by, yet again, with more pastries and an offer to take me to the café. I graciously brushed him off. How did he know Marty had left?
Mags and Marty are excited and looking forward to a new chapter in their relationship.
From Montreal to Kabul to Lisbon to London. It’s all here. But be warned, this story is not a fairy tale.
14 October 2014
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