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Antique
Love...
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It was one of those late spring weekends.
Vincent and Kira had both days off. Saturday had passed
by much too quickly. All of those household chores had been pushed
back. A working couple cannot always attend to every detail during
the week. The annual yard clean-up was well under way as was the
general housework. There was laundry to be done as well as the dusting
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The DeAngelos had consciously decided long ago that both the
outside and inside needs of their suburban home would be shared responsibilities.
If they had to spend a weekend day working around the house, they might
as well do it together
As Vincent pushed the loud lawn mower around the yard
in carefully executed oblongs, Kira cleaned the leftover autumn leaves
from the the hidden little corners located throughout the yard. In
the meantime, the clothes washer and dryer were running full force.
When the lawn was finished, he went inside and pulled
the vacuum out of the hallway closet. As she was folding the last of the
freshly cleaned clothes, he teased her. Threatening to grab the tail
of her shirt that was hanging out over her jeans, he held up the hose as
if he was going to suck it into the noisy machine.
She glared at him as if to say, "Try it, fella, and I'll
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They had fun when working because they did it together.
One was hardly ever too far from the other. However, this
Sunday would be different. It was Vincent's turn to plan the day and he
already knew that his plan was a good one.
Kira especially enjoyed combing through antique shoppes.
Although it was not one of his favorite activities, it didn't matter. He
simply enjoyed making her happy. This Sunday would mean a trip to
a nearby bayside town that featured streets filled with storefronts promising
great prices for old items in good shape.
"We're going antiquing!" Kira exclaimed.
She knew full well that he was doing this for her. It
was simply another of the many ways that he demonstrated his love. It would
not go unnoticed or unrewarded.
After a plate full of their favorite blueberry pancakes
and a few cups of cinnamon-flavored coffee, they hopped into his Corvette
and headed for the bay. She had no idea how well he had planned this
particular day trip.
They decided to park at one end of the long, narrow street
and work their way down one side and then back again on the other side.
That way, they would end up back at the car. She smiled and made
a comment about his "amazing pragmatic logic."
He took it as a compliment.
She intended it as one.
It was about the fifth store that they had visited. The
sign over the entrance announced itself as "Things Remembered But Not Forgotten."
It was very nicely laid out. There were obviously several merchants who
leased space in the long narrow building as each section had it's own unique
touch and theme.
As they made their way through the numerous displays,
Vincent motioned for Kira to come look at something he had noticed on one
of the shelves. It was a porcelain figure of a sleeping kitten. Interestingly
enough, it was the same one that she was looking for to include in her
collection of cat figurines. What a wonderful discovery.
"Oh, Vincent, I can't believe it! Do you have any
idea how long I have been looking for this?"
Her excitement turned to disappointment, for on the underside
of the figure someone had placed a "Sold" sticker. |
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Vincent called out to the elderly lady sitting behind
the cash register. "Excuse me, but are you sure that
this little cat in the display case has been sold?"
"Why, yes," she responded, "a man called me on Tuesday
asking if I had that particular little item. It seems that he had been
calling around for quite some time trying to find it for somebody. When
I told him that I had one, he made me promise to hold onto it until he
could get in later in the week to take a look at it. Well, he came in just
last Thursday and paid for it so that is why it has the "Sold" sign on
it."
A puzzled expression came over Kira's face.
"Then why didn't he take it with him if he had already
paid for
it?"
"Darned if I know," responded the lady. "Why don't you
ask him yourself. He's standing next to you."
It took a few moments for Kira to realize what she was
hearing. When it dawned on her that the woman was talking about Vincent,
a big smile spread across her face accompanied by water-filled eyes. He
had done this for her.
"We'll take it!" he said.
As they were leaving the store with the glass feline safely
wrapped in a paper bag, the old lady clasped Kira's hand and softly said,
"He really loves you, Honey. You're a very lucky lady."
It was one of those moments when hearing it from someone
else verified what she already knew.
After a nice dinner at a local pub, they walked down to
the boardwalk that began at the lighthouse and ended at the marina. While
seagulls flocked upon the rocks below and the sun slowly slipped below
the surface on the other side of the bay, two people silently cuddled each
other on a bench overlooking the water's edge.
She was his lady and her desire was for only him. It was
not only that he had bought her a very special gift but also how he had
gone about presenting it to her. He was always looking for things to do
for her the most special of ways. It was one of the many ways he
demonstrated his love for her.
Romantics tend to be that way.
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