Ricky

I wait with bated breath as Marilyn lifts a spoon of the homemade caramel ice cream to her lips. The room is perfectly still as she closes her beautiful blue eyes. When they open, her smile grows.

“Delicious.”

“Does that mean we can bring your overnight bag inside?”

“I suppose. After all, I’ll need my pajamas.”

“No, you won’t.”

She stands and wraps her arms around my torso. “Don’t make ...