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Examiner
  • The Proposal

  • Daddy said, “Donna he’s a broken up pile of bones,” Jim had been in a car wreck. His jaw was broken in three places; there was a cast on his leg and one on his wrist.

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  • Daddy said, “Donna he’s a broken up pile of bones,” Jim had been in a car wreck. His jaw was broken in three places; there was a cast on his leg and one on his wrist.
    Under the bandages I saw the young man who had asked me for a date 3 months before. He was barely able to drag his injured ankle. He carried a large potted plant and an orchid when he visited my second floor apartment that Easter Sunday. His jaws were wired shut with sharp braces. He bled when we kissed. The hospital bills had taken his money.
    We watched my television. He stroked my hair and asked this puzzling question, “Why wouldn’t you marry me?” I could think of 101 reasons why I wouldn’t. I was bewildered. I had had proposals that were more eloquent, was this a proposal? I wasn’t sure. I asked him to explain, he repeated himself. “There’s lots of reasons why I shouldn’t marry you,” I said. “The reason I might, is I love you!” Wedded bliss soon came.
     
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