Wednesday: an instant chat window opens of my dull screen. Ta-Da! A small sentence for the big news. You know what? What? I got engaged, says Marc. Who’s Marc?
Meet Marc, my best friend. Fifty-fifty: Frog and Roast beef. Marc the spark. A jolly kid, a lively boy, a thoughtful one. We were so young, I can’t remember the first time we met. He loved everything and everyone, except for fresh tomatoes. He’s become a big man since then. A hundred and sixty pounds of souvenirs together, from the beaches of Normandy to the campuses of New York City through our many years at school. Yes, a long time friendship.
Marc, meet Antonia. An Italian. She’s The girl. His wife to be. Long black curly hair, freckles on the cheek, tanned skin and savoury accent. He looks deep into her eyes and falls in love like a big juicy tomato in the shopping basket of a hungry Mama ready to cook lunch. Tasty. Yes dear. She’s solar. Latin. Impetuously flamboyant. Like a ray of light straight through his life.
If you ask me they’re a nice couple. The Sun and the Tomato, put them together, wait for a little, and you get sun dried tomatoes.
He told me he bought her a ring. I am more than happy for them. It’s more than this. Last year they bought cats together. This year they bought a house together. This time they bought a lifetime together.
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