International Incident / September 29 2007
‘She’s the one, Nelson.’
‘Pardon?’
‘She’s the one,’ I told him.
‘You’re an idiot,’ he said. ‘How do you know?’
‘Trust me; you know when you’ve found the one.’
‘You said that the last time; all those years ago – and the time before that. You thought they were “the one” too. How many ones can one have? Can one have more than one one?’ he asked.
‘No,’ I said. ‘This is different. She’s the first. The one.’
‘I believe you,’ he said, ‘- and thousands wouldn’t, but be careful.’
‘I will be,’ I told him, smiling to myself.
‘Anyway, you haven’t got any money,’ he demanded. ‘And on top of that, you’re talking about closing the studio. How on earth can you afford to woo someone - someone who lives in America?’
‘I’ll find a way,’ I said.
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4 comments on “International Incident”
Jo Beaufoix / September 30th, 2007 at 11:57 pm
Ooo exciting.
Maybe she could come here???
And what have you been doing to unsuspecting Emus young man?
I have an Ostrich, so it was not my dear Barbara that choked and died but some other bird.
Have you been hanging around the pink windmill again??
Napoleon Fantastic / October 1st, 2007 at 12:46 pm
Jo,
No, honestly, I haven’t been anywhere near the windmill.
I was just kidding about the emu/ostrich thing anyway. I’m sure both birds are fine.
Despina / October 1st, 2007 at 1:20 pm
Dahling!
Napoleon Fantastic / October 1st, 2007 at 2:31 pm
Despina,
I’m just an old romantic at heart.
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