Joe and Carla were getting scared of each other. The next step was frightening. Forced to go to a party, there have been developments.
“Got a minute?” asked Joe.
“I think so, “ said Carla, as Felicity tactfully waved and vanished back to the group.
Sitting on Joe’s car as they drank a tolerable champagne, Joe started.
“I don’t know why I bother coming to these things. I was talking to some models, and all they ever had to say was about money and clothes and my parents, and Al, and Bill, and any other names they could think of to drop, and how well dressed they all were…”
A small smile, the first of the night, sneaked onto Carla’s face while she wasn’t looking, as he talked.
“I’ve spent my whole life among these horrible brats. They’re monsters, really. They’re….deformed people. I used to go to school, the “best” school, of course, and they literally poisoned the place with their personalities. Selfish, shallow, stupid, ugly……I hate it.”
“Good character analysis of Tony. There’s a guy that would marry himself, given half a chance. I used to know so many guys who simply aren’t about anything but themselves. I dated that sort once too often, and that was him.”
“This is stupid, I know, but just out of curiosity, what about Fazzina? Was he ever an item, or a clearance sale, or something?’
“No, never. Loathed him. All I ever felt about him was he was wrecking our lives. Only spoke to him when I had no choice. I’m almost allergic to that kind these days….for some reason….”
“Which is why you destroyed all my plaster ducks.”
“Which is why I destroyed all your plaster ducks.”
“You’re not the sort of woman who does that just for thrills, are you?”
“Oh, yeah, that too.” (The small smile had promoted itself to a grin).
“Will you marry me?”
“Yes.”
That was one use of the word “yes” that Joe didn’t think he could live without. They were still kissing four hours later when the others emerged. By mutual agreement no plaster ducks were invited to the wedding.