The only thing that never quite blended was the question of marriage.
He introduced me to Donald.
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Last Saturday, my friend Sarah hosted her engagement dinner. Her fiancé had proposed on a hiking trail, and she couldn’t stop showing the photos. I was happy for her. I really was.
But somewhere between the second toast and dessert, her aunt leaned over and smiled at me. She asked the same question that came up at every wedding I attended. By the way, at that point, all my friends had gotten married.
“So, Emma. When is Luke proposing? You two have been together forever.”
I laughed in the light, in the practiced way I always laughed.
I was happy for her.
“Oh, you know my boyfriend. He likes to take his time,” I said with a fake smile.
Luke squeezed my knee under the table and quickly changed the subject to football. He was good at that.
