Emily came bouncing into the room. She was wearing nothing but an oversized T-Shirt with her hair up in a bun on top of her head. Her perfectly pale legs grew out from under the shirt and ended in petite little feet which were red and blotchy from the hot shower.I looked back at Tom and gave a shrug in reply to the “why didn’t you tell me that’s what she looks like?” expression on his face.We all hopped onto the couch to get stuck into the grub. We laughed and joked over pizza, wine and music while we chatted and caught up.Nearly three hours had passed when I realised that we had been through nearly three bottles of wine and the sun had disappeared long ago. I felt decidedly buzzed. In a short break in the conversation, I watched Emily's mouth morph into a manic grin as she noticed the deck of cards lying on the table.“Lets… play a game,” she said in a playful tone.“Do you two know how to play blackjack? If not I will show you. But we need to make it interesting… strip blackjack!” she. Eventually she got control of herself and looked into my eyes with a look of utter amazement. “Do you really want to marry a used, broke and broken woman? Mark, I’m thrilled but are you certain? I have nothing to bring to a marriage but me...” Another tear showed as she admitted her plight.“Of course I’m sure. I would have married you when I was in ninth grade. It wasn’t a crush, Abby. For the only time in my life, I fell in love. When the bus knocked me down and you appeared, God finally answered my prayers and brought you to me.“I love you so much. Can you love me enough to be my wife ... forever?”Abby looked stunned. It was almost as if she were too stunned to react when I reaffirmed my commitment to marry her. I watched her face reflect the thing going on in her head. It was easy to understand how much difficulty she could be having since it was just a few days ago that she was freezing to death, homeless, filthy, and starving.Finally the clouds of confusion cleared from her face,.
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