Proserpina

I was delirious with joy.

My man, the man I worshipped, had arranged a wedding for me in secret, with of course, the active support of my sneaky kids and friends,

Lucien raised his head and in his loud, gravelly tenor, he boomed, holding me clutched to his massive chest.

“Ladies and gentlemen,’

I saw Schwartz’s eyes twinkling merrily,

Pulling me closer, he said,

’ This is My Woman. She is the woman I love, the only woman I want in my life and the woman I want to grow old with.‘

I was too overcome to say anything.

*

I knew he did not care for speeches; knew...