40and50plus

It seems to me that you're looking for excuses to break up now. If that's what you want, why don't you just say so and get 40and50plus over with." "Look at me!" Kelly ordered, "Look into my eyes. You've always said you could see my soul in my eyes, so look now and see if anything's changed." "But you said..." I protested. "Look in my fucking eyes, dammit!" Kelly ordered again. I did, and again I melted. It was true! I saw the same love there I'd always seen. Looking back now I should have known at that point that we could never be apart, but I didn't. I was still so confused, and so hell-bent on the course of action we'd laid out for ourselves I couldn't see anything further than the end of my nose. But we did decide to go to Montreal together and live together at least until one of us was married. So we tendered our resignations and accepted our new positions, effective the first working day in January. It was a particularly cold winter in Montreal that year, so we spent a lot of time in bed. The same bed! Kelly was married in June, 1963. Judy would not hear of having me as Best Man, which I suspect was just as well. I did go as a member of the family, which under the circumstances I considered quite an honor. I expected Mom C. to be totally beaming, but she wasn't. She had taken me aside several times in the days preceding the wedding and asked, "Charlie, are you two sure about this?" "Yeah, Mom," I assured her, "We've talked about 40and50plus for months and I think it's gonna work out just fine. And you just might get grandchildren after all." "I already have grandchildren," she pointed out, "And I love them. But your happiness is important to me too. You two were so happy together I had gotten used to the idea.