He Priced Me At A Penny So I Married Another Chapter 21
I married Everett in the early summer of the following year.
I was the one who brought it up.
Near the end of spring, we went for another walk by the river. When we got back, I stood outside Carol’s front door, holding his hand, not wanting to let go.
The hallway light was about to go out. He freed one hand to hit the switch and then stepped back toward me, waiting while I straightened the hem of my skirt.
I tugged on his sleeve.
“Everett, I want to wake up every day and see you.”
He looked at me, his fingers tightening around mine, and to my surprise, his eyes turned red first.
Carol happened to open the door right then. She saw Everett’s expression and thought we had been fighting. She stopped, a bowl in her hands.
“What happened? You were just fine a minute ago. Which one of you bullied the other?”
Laughing, I leaned into Everett’s arms.
“Carol, I’m getting married.”
The bowl in her hand wobbled. She set it down at once and came over to hug me.
Later, whenever she brought up that day, Mrs. Hale would laugh at her son for not having enough courage.
“He waited that long, and Lydia still had to be the one to say it first. Aren’t you usually so direct?”
Everett would pour her water, then take my hand and admit it with a smile.
When we moved into our new home, my mother’s quilts came with us.
I left the pale yellow one out and put the rest in the closet. Everett crouched down and smoothed the dust bags flat.
Carol was tidying the quilt cover nearby. When she touched the patch, she paused.
She turned over the corner and studied the stitches I had added.
“If your mother knew you could sew like this, she’d talk my ear off about it for ages.”