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The Vow
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“I have to close my eyes as the flavors burst in my mouth - gentle heat from the pepper, salty tang of the pork, sweetness of pomegranate, the velvety-rich walnut sauce. He's waiting, but I don't know what to say. 'I love you; can I have your babies' might scare him, but it's my most sincere thought.”
― The Vow
― The Vow
“He's looking at me. I can feel his eyes from across the yard, where he's losing a game of croquet to his niece, Piper. He's only pretending to try, I think, but it's hard to tell because I'm definitely not looking at him.”
― The Vow
― The Vow
“And where's my ring?
She laughs, drops her fists in her lap. 'Your Ring? Where's my ring? And why aren't you down on one knee?'
Because I'm driving and because you're the one who asked me. Everybody knows the asker supplies the jewelry.
'Everybody knows? You made that up- how would everybody know? The guy always buys the ring.'
Moneys tight. How about Junior Mints and a Coke instead?
'Deal,' she says.”
― The Vow
She laughs, drops her fists in her lap. 'Your Ring? Where's my ring? And why aren't you down on one knee?'
Because I'm driving and because you're the one who asked me. Everybody knows the asker supplies the jewelry.
'Everybody knows? You made that up- how would everybody know? The guy always buys the ring.'
Moneys tight. How about Junior Mints and a Coke instead?
'Deal,' she says.”
― The Vow
“I’m going to be late. I get home exactly sixteen minutes before my shift starts, which only gives me six minutes to get it together and get out the door. By get it together I mean calm the freak down, because I’m jittery and spastic and acting, as Mo would say, like a squirrel on crack.”
― The Vow
― The Vow
“I look over at Satan’s Cat in the corner, and of course she starts it again. She widens her eyes. I sigh loudly, but not enough to deter her. Another staring contest. This is probably somewhere around our fifteenth in two days. It goes like this. Satan’s Cat stares into my eyes. I stare into Satan’s Cat’s eyes. After a few minutes I get freaked out and jump off the couch, usually screaming the same string of trilingual curse words as before because she has the most terrifying eyes in the world. They’re amber with long black flecks in them that look like slivers, and I swear after about thirty seconds they start spinning like pinwheels and she’s actually grinning at me the whole time—EVEN THOUGH CATS CAN’T GRIN!—probably because she knows she’s stretching her evil out and into my brain. Demonic ocular poisoning. I’d Google it if I weren’t so afraid of what I’d see. Whatever. Maybe this time I’ll win.”
― The Vow
― The Vow
“The conversation is too mind-numbing, so I devote my attention to fiddling with the fancy backseat temperature controls instead. There’s only so much I can do with those, though, so I move on to messing with the windows, which are much more entertaining. I’m trying to get both right and left sides to stop exactly halfway at exactly the same time, the right coming from the top and the left coming from the bottom, when Annie tells me to knock it off and presses the child lock button.”
― The Vow
― The Vow
“You okay?” she asks.
“I think so. You?”
“Yeah.”
The courthouse looks like it’s burning under the morning sun. The flame-orange shimmer of hot brick forces me to look away. “Why are you still going through with this?”
She’s silent, and I contemplate punching myself in the face. If she backs out now I’m going to…I don’t even know what. Slash Chase Dunkirk’s tires. Set fire to the school. Kick a hole in every wall in my house on my way out.
“Don’t be an idiot,” she says, opens her door, and climbs out.
“Seriously. Why?”
“Because I can’t let bad things happen to you, Mo. Now quit being such a pantywaist and marry me.”
She opens my door, and I look down in time to see her rolling her eyes. I’m so relieved. She isn’t cowering. She won’t break.
“Pantywaist?” I ask. “What are you, seventy?”
“Stop stalling.”
“I feel like I might throw up,” I say as I get out.
“Would this be a good time to tell you I’m not a virgin?”
“Would this be a good time to tell you I’m in love with Maya?”
“Finally!” she says, and grabs my arm, pulling me toward the building. “Only took you four years to admit it. So prewedding confessions are out of the way. Let’s do this.”
“I really think I might be getting the stomach flu.”
She ignores me. “This is weird, but right at this second, I feel . . .” She pauses, squinting at me through the blinding sun. “I feel like this is right. You know?”
“No. Not at all. I’m about to piss my pants. I believe you remember the last time that happened, and they may or may not have black sweatpants in my size at the lost and found here”
― The Vow
“I think so. You?”
“Yeah.”
The courthouse looks like it’s burning under the morning sun. The flame-orange shimmer of hot brick forces me to look away. “Why are you still going through with this?”
She’s silent, and I contemplate punching myself in the face. If she backs out now I’m going to…I don’t even know what. Slash Chase Dunkirk’s tires. Set fire to the school. Kick a hole in every wall in my house on my way out.
“Don’t be an idiot,” she says, opens her door, and climbs out.
“Seriously. Why?”
“Because I can’t let bad things happen to you, Mo. Now quit being such a pantywaist and marry me.”
She opens my door, and I look down in time to see her rolling her eyes. I’m so relieved. She isn’t cowering. She won’t break.
“Pantywaist?” I ask. “What are you, seventy?”
“Stop stalling.”
“I feel like I might throw up,” I say as I get out.
“Would this be a good time to tell you I’m not a virgin?”
“Would this be a good time to tell you I’m in love with Maya?”
“Finally!” she says, and grabs my arm, pulling me toward the building. “Only took you four years to admit it. So prewedding confessions are out of the way. Let’s do this.”
“I really think I might be getting the stomach flu.”
She ignores me. “This is weird, but right at this second, I feel . . .” She pauses, squinting at me through the blinding sun. “I feel like this is right. You know?”
“No. Not at all. I’m about to piss my pants. I believe you remember the last time that happened, and they may or may not have black sweatpants in my size at the lost and found here”
― The Vow
“Burger.”
Soup scrapes a patty off the grate for me and deposits it onto the open bun. “Extra juicy just for you.”
“Thanks.”
“Eat up. Then you should go take over for Piper before she gets really pissed off and starts swinging her mallet at Reed.”
“Oh,” I say, searching for the right words. Soup is her father, after all. “She’s such a cute little girl.”
“Yeah. Cutest dictator in the world.”
“She’ll be a great big sister, though,” I try, but it comes out with minimal feeling.
Soup shakes his head and glances at his wife. “Good luck, my unborn child”
― The Vow
Soup scrapes a patty off the grate for me and deposits it onto the open bun. “Extra juicy just for you.”
“Thanks.”
“Eat up. Then you should go take over for Piper before she gets really pissed off and starts swinging her mallet at Reed.”
“Oh,” I say, searching for the right words. Soup is her father, after all. “She’s such a cute little girl.”
“Yeah. Cutest dictator in the world.”
“She’ll be a great big sister, though,” I try, but it comes out with minimal feeling.
Soup shakes his head and glances at his wife. “Good luck, my unborn child”
― The Vow
“Which color?” he asks, holding up a green and a yellow ball. His knuckles are flecked with a different-colored paint now. Eggshell blue.
“What if I say red?”
“Then I guess I’ll have to go wade through the creek and find the red ball.”
“You’d do that?”
He looks down toward the creek, his hair flashing gold in the sun. “You’d make me?”
I hesitate. “Yellow.”
He drops both balls at the starting post, and they make a satisfying clunk against each other. “Why’d you choose yellow?”
“I’m an artist,” I say. “Yellow is sunlight.”
“Sunlight? I don’t know. I think of lemons or butter before I think of sunlight.”
“But you’re a chef.”
“I am a chef.”
“Lemons and butter are nice but not exactly essentials. I can’t live without sunlight.”
He puts his hand over his chest. “And my chef ’s heart is breaking right now”
― The Vow
“What if I say red?”
“Then I guess I’ll have to go wade through the creek and find the red ball.”
“You’d do that?”
He looks down toward the creek, his hair flashing gold in the sun. “You’d make me?”
I hesitate. “Yellow.”
He drops both balls at the starting post, and they make a satisfying clunk against each other. “Why’d you choose yellow?”
“I’m an artist,” I say. “Yellow is sunlight.”
“Sunlight? I don’t know. I think of lemons or butter before I think of sunlight.”
“But you’re a chef.”
“I am a chef.”
“Lemons and butter are nice but not exactly essentials. I can’t live without sunlight.”
He puts his hand over his chest. “And my chef ’s heart is breaking right now”
― The Vow
“I glance away from the road to her face again. She’s got that look—the I don’t care if it’s bad for me, I’m drinking the poison look”
― The Vow
― The Vow
“So we have a deal,” she says.
“We have a deal.” I take my right hand off the steering wheel, spit in my palm, and hold it out. “Shake on it.”
The smile disappears, and she shrinks back toward the window. “Absolutely not.”
“Don’t be a wuss. Just spit in your hand and shake.”
“You’re disgusting.”
“It’s like signing a contract. We made a deal; now we swap spit.”
“It’s nothing like signing a contract.”
“There are other ways to swap spit. Do you want me to pull over so we can make out instead?”
She spits in her hand, takes mine, and shakes it firmly.
“Note to self,” I mutter. “Threatening to kiss the fiancée yields immediate submission to my will.”
“Ha,” she says, and wipes our spit on my shorts. “Gross. ”
― The Vow
“We have a deal.” I take my right hand off the steering wheel, spit in my palm, and hold it out. “Shake on it.”
The smile disappears, and she shrinks back toward the window. “Absolutely not.”
“Don’t be a wuss. Just spit in your hand and shake.”
“You’re disgusting.”
“It’s like signing a contract. We made a deal; now we swap spit.”
“It’s nothing like signing a contract.”
“There are other ways to swap spit. Do you want me to pull over so we can make out instead?”
She spits in her hand, takes mine, and shakes it firmly.
“Note to self,” I mutter. “Threatening to kiss the fiancée yields immediate submission to my will.”
“Ha,” she says, and wipes our spit on my shorts. “Gross. ”
― The Vow
“Mo drives to his house. We both get out and meet around front of the truck’s bug-smeared grille. He hesitates, then hugs me.
“You suck at hugging,” I say into his chest. He really does. It’s a cage of bony arms and clavicle-to-my-forehead every time.
“I know.”
He drops one arm and stands with the other around my shoulder for a minute or two, and it’s odd because as close as we are, and as much as he feels like the other half of me, we don’t touch all that often. Tonight it feels right, though, if slightly like trying to snuggle with a tree.”
― The Vow
“You suck at hugging,” I say into his chest. He really does. It’s a cage of bony arms and clavicle-to-my-forehead every time.
“I know.”
He drops one arm and stands with the other around my shoulder for a minute or two, and it’s odd because as close as we are, and as much as he feels like the other half of me, we don’t touch all that often. Tonight it feels right, though, if slightly like trying to snuggle with a tree.”
― The Vow
“I can’t be the only one. There have to be other people out there who see the Mr. Twister mascot for what he is: Hitler. A grinning, cartoon, twisty-cone version of the Führer himself, advertising to the world that this place is secretly Nazi central. There is no other logical reason to put one of those little black smudge mustaches on a custard mascot.
Of course, I’ve got Annie in my head—Chill out, Mo. It’s obviously supposed to be Charlie Chaplin—so fine, where’s the cane? And the hat? Exactly. Hitler.
This truck is an oven. I am pot roast.
I’d go in, but I’m already throwing up a little in my mouth just thinking about the assault of peachy-ness behind those doors. Peach walls, peach aprons, peach countertops, peach chalk on the blackboard menu. And of course, Annie is in there smiling and faking brain-dead. I’m better off as pot roast, and besides, the Spanish Inquisition isn’t going to learn itself.
I turn back to the previous page, the one that I’ve already read and forgotten three times this hour, and start over. The picture of Ferdinand II of Aragon is freakishly distracting. It’s the way he’s glaring. I close my right eye and glare back at him and his unapologetic scowl. I bet nobody told him to quit being cranky.”
― The Vow
Of course, I’ve got Annie in my head—Chill out, Mo. It’s obviously supposed to be Charlie Chaplin—so fine, where’s the cane? And the hat? Exactly. Hitler.
This truck is an oven. I am pot roast.
I’d go in, but I’m already throwing up a little in my mouth just thinking about the assault of peachy-ness behind those doors. Peach walls, peach aprons, peach countertops, peach chalk on the blackboard menu. And of course, Annie is in there smiling and faking brain-dead. I’m better off as pot roast, and besides, the Spanish Inquisition isn’t going to learn itself.
I turn back to the previous page, the one that I’ve already read and forgotten three times this hour, and start over. The picture of Ferdinand II of Aragon is freakishly distracting. It’s the way he’s glaring. I close my right eye and glare back at him and his unapologetic scowl. I bet nobody told him to quit being cranky.”
― The Vow
“You live in your own world, don't you?" he says.
"What do you mean?" He says it like it's not an insult, but I've heard too many versions of the same comment to take it any other way. Spacey, dazed, out of it - this is how people see me. I should be used to it.
"I mean you seem like you're thinking hard about things that aren't in this room.”
― The Vow
"What do you mean?" He says it like it's not an insult, but I've heard too many versions of the same comment to take it any other way. Spacey, dazed, out of it - this is how people see me. I should be used to it.
"I mean you seem like you're thinking hard about things that aren't in this room.”
― The Vow
