“Hello,” the woman said, smiling. “I know you don't know us, but we just wanted to say congratulations.”
“We're just visiting,” the man added. “You have a lovely town.”
“Thank you,” Kate said, and she meant it.
“We don't mean to keep you,” the woman said, then gave a knowing gaze at
her husband. “We're celebrating our fiftieth wedding anniversary tomorrow.”
“Well, then, we should be saying congratulations to you,” Kate said,
instantly liking this cute couple.
The man nodded. “Thank you. Seems like just yesterday we met on a blind
date. Six months later we were heading down a road, too. In a car a little older
than this though.” He paused, then gazed at his wife. “Fifty years.”
“So, what brought you two together, then?” the woman asked.
“Oh, don't pry,” the man said, putting a hand on his wife's shoulder.
Kate and Peter looked at each other, smiling. “Oh,” Kate said. “The usual.
We met in school.”
“And we were next-door neighbors.”
“Then he threw worms at me.”
“Then we kissed in a tree house.”
“He smashed my art project and kept me from getting into art school.”
“And then she left forever, never to return.”
The older couple were nodding, looking slightly confused.
“But then fate brought us together again.”
“Fate and two meddling old friends.”
“And timing.”
“And strategically placed telescope tripods.”
“But mostly timing, right?”
“Mmm…yes. Timing.”
Kate nodded. “And mistakes. And braces. And…treehouses.”
“A little wine also helps.”
She grimaced. “Oh, and chemistry. Don't forget the chemistry.”
Peter nodded. “Yup. Lots and lots of chemistry.”
“Lots,” she nodded, and leaned in for a kiss.
THE END
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