glanced out her side window. For a moment he thought she would ignore the question. But, he heard her take a soft shudder breath before she face him again.
“It was a club in DC, New Year’s Eve night of our senior year at Hudson University. Jill was one of the spoken word artists that night. She was amazing.”
“She sure was. And became just as a much a great singer and actress.”
The navigational system called out his exit off the interstate.
From the corner of his eye, she saw Sonya rubbing her fingers. He wasn’t sure if she was agitated about what else happened that night or just nervous to mention it.
“You proposed to me that night. Right at the stroke of midnight.” She twirled a finger around her ring finger, mimicking the ring that she used to wear.
It hadn’t been much of a ring, he recalled, barely a full carat diamond. He didn’t have much money back then, but his parents sent him an allowance every two weeks and he’d saved as much of it as possible to add to the money he earned taking a job during the summer. He had a summer internship at a greenhouse that didn’t pay, but added to his resume. However, he knew he wanted to propose to Sonya their senior year so he took a night-time stocking job to pay for her ring.
“I was anxious all night.” He chuckled, wanting to keep the mood light.
“You were?” She shook her head. “You didn’t seem that way at all. Not one hint did you give away that something was up.”
“Trust me, under my sports coat, the back of my shirt was soaked.”
She laughed. “Did you think I’d say no?”
“I thought I’d pass out before the time got to midnight.” He patted at his forehead and neck pretending to wipe sweat as if the memories of that night still affect his body now. “But, I didn’t and you said yes.”
“And the rest is history.”
They’d made love for the first time that night as well. But, he kept that memory to himself, but wondered if she was remembering it as well. They had both been virgins. He wanted to reach over and take her hand, but kept his right on the top of the steering wheel just to make sure he didn’t.
Sonya wasn’t comfortable around him anymore. If he planned to win her heart back than he have to try and be her friend, before anything else. That’s how he’d won her over the first time. After that dance, they’d become friends and didn’t start officially dating until the following year.
“We were going to paint the world in bugs and history.”
“Oh, no critters for me.” She shivered. “I never could understand how you could do it.”
“I believe we are now at the restaurant so I will wait and tell you all about my fascination over brunch.” He pulled into the packed parking lot, happy to find someone leaving close to the front as they arrived.
“No, thank you. If you don’t ruin the meal for me, I will not ruin it for you.” She lifted an eye brown and gave him a pointed look.
He smiled and shut the car off, recalling what she was referring too. Getting out of the car, he rounded the trunk and thought back to that night during their second and final year of their marriage. One of his professors at the University of California Davis threw a dinner party for the PhD candidates and guest. Sonya had agreed to attend. During the meal the professor decided to liven the discussion going around by bringing out his collection of various larvae preserved in all stages setting them all down in the center of the table. The candidates had been awe, Sonya had gotten sick. Thankful the meal had been set up on the back porch, because Sonya barely made it to the railing to spew into a bush. They’d left immediately.
“Dr. Cantuck was a brilliant entomologist, but his social skills lacked all grace,” he commented as he opened her door.
“As far as California is from Europe his was lost.” She rose and stood before him when she got out of the car.
Keeping her trapped between him and the door, he