Page 23 from the series Before the Pirates Came*
Miranda quickly lost interest in campus parties with her boyfriend and his moronic drunken friends. His roommate’s claim to fame was that he could jam the cable box with a pair of toenail clippers so they could watch the Playboy Channel for free. The others were somewhere further on down the food chain. Of course, this was all before the pirates came.
Brain Parker Hall drove back into town for their second date. Miranda lived in a white brick house that had been converted into apartments. She lived on the third floor, an attic nicely finished with dormers and divided by a curtain of bamboo hanging beads… very Sonny and Cher. A row of potted plants sat on a shelf by the window looking thirsty and sad. Miranda stashed her dirty laundry and put a stack of dirty dishes in the oven so the place would be presentable if Brian came up for a drink.
She was waiting by the door wearing a white sweater dress, three coats of mascara, tall black boots, and a wool coat with a Peter Pan collar– Elvira meets Jackie Kennedy. Brian pulled up in a late-model Ford LTD Country Squire, a family man waiting for a family. A Frank Sinatra song played softly on the radio. It was one of Miranda’s favorites and Brian began to hum along.
“Out of the tree of life, I just picked me a plum… You came along and everything started to hum… Still it’s a real good bet, the best is yet to come.” He looked at her and smiled.
They had dinner at a nice restaurant and exchanged stories of their hopes and dreams. Brian was an only child, his dad died when he was young. His mother raised him alone but couldn’t give him all the material things the other kids at school took for granted. After graduating from college then medical school, he was determined to meet and exceed the success of any of his classmates.
Miranda could see that he was well on his way, but never thought his forthcoming proposal would make her part of that plan. They toasted to nothing in particular, but the golden glow of the scotch predicted a celebration, or was it a warning? This was more than just a new boyfriend, thought Miranda. This was a major lifestyle upgrade… or could be. And Brian was thinking the same.
He dropped her back at her apartment, kissed her on the cheek, and hugged her goodnight. He didn’t invite himself up, so neither did she. But when he called the next day and asked her to come visit him for the weekend, Miranda was very excited. He was so smart, and kind, and such a gentleman– not the type of man a girl would have to worry about. And besides, she couldn’t wait to see what the world of Brian Parker Hall looked like.
That week in English class she was doodling on her composition notebook, looking forward to her trip, and taking a secret glimpse at what her future might hold. Mrs. Miranda Hall– Dr. and Mrs. Brian Hall– Merry Christmas from Dr. and Mrs. Brian Parker Hall. She continued to daydream and doodle with her pretty cursive handwriting and wondered about Brian’s plans for her very special weekend.
*This story is based on some true events, however, has been fictionalized and all persons appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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