Love Finds Its Pocket
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“No mia madre, but I’ll be the one to make an honest woman of her.” Kat suddenly became infused with a depth of happiness she never knew possible.
“Well, I’d better get back out there – I have so much gossip to share!” Antonia sang in a rare demonstration of light-hearted elation. She then turned and added, “Happy 50th Birthday, Katherine Mangiarmi!” and ran back to her seat so she could tell her husband everything.
The stylist had been leaning against a pillar, patiently waiting with toolkit in hand, shaking his head as he took in a deep breath and awaited Toni’s return from the bathroom.
Massimo had a thousand questions in the queue for his wife as their collective laughter had been echoing throughout the entire chapel, heard by every guest. Everyone was wondering what the women had found so funny, jealous that they too were not in on the joke. Gene and Marcella knew exactly what the commotion was all about; they were the only other people with whom the good news had been shared. They held hands and quietly laughed.
Gene considered it prudent to implement some preventive damage control by asking Dylan not to let on that she knew anything about the baby, explaining that sometimes people get hurt if they find out that other people were told something before they were, that everyone wants to feel special and some people are more sensitive and get hurt more easily than others. Dylan simply nodded in her matter-of-fact, adorable little way and whispered to her father in Greek, “Don’t worry, daddy; I won’t hurt Nonna Antonia’s feelings.” And off she went to partake of the love-fest.
Kat and Toni repeated their vows of devotion during the ceremony. Elena and her husband waved rainbow flags high overhead. Each guest stood up and applauded, shouting out words of love and well wishes, word of the expectant mothers having already spread like a wildfire, Lukas telling everyone that he was the proud father-to-be. Giovanni jumped up on the pew, hooting and clapping the loudest. When Kat and Toni sealed their vows with a kiss, long, passionate and fully clothed, the chapel fell silent for one poignant moment. Nothing had ever felt better.
The End
Author’s Biography
Mary Scarpelli spent the better part of the last three decades toiling away in banking environments ranging from mutually fruitful and fulfilling to frighteningly cut throat and stupidly competitive. However, she has remained dedicated to that profession, taking to heart the admonition of ‘don’t quit your day job!’, as prudence dictates the preference of bread-and-butter stability over the dubious nature of a career in the arts.
As her salvation, and through it all, there were her musical creations, without which she’d have spent more time than was healthy staring vacantly into empty space. She also experienced an overwhelming desire to write stories with characters rich in palpable emotions whose daily struggles mirrored the inner workings of people yearning to experience themselves as emotionally centered and individuated adults. Her fondness for exploring the depths of emotional evolution, via song lyrics or fiction writing, has become her rallying cry.
Mary’s other interests include membership in the electronic music duo Illusion of Perfection, in which she is one of two.
Dear Readers:
If you enjoyed this book – and I sincerely hope you did, then I would greatly appreciate you passing along the word to others so they may similarly read it and we can all share in the message of living a wonderful life filled with laughter, sorrow, love...
Thank you ever so much,
Mary -
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