Wearing a suit.
I stopped.
“Oh, absolutely not.”
Everyone laughed.
Julian raised both hands.
“This is not what you think.”
“It looks suspiciously like what I think.”
He smiled.
“There will be no surprise wedding.”
“Good.”
“Because you would k/i/ll me.”
“Lightly.”
More laughter.
Julian walked toward me.
No tenía anillo.
No envelope.
Gracias a Dios.
Se detuvo a varios metros de distancia.
“Thirty-two years ago, I asked you to marry me.”
The crowd quieted.
“I thought marriage meant promising to protect someone.”
He looked around at our family.
“Ahora sé que el amor no está decidiendo por alguien”.
Su voz tembló.
“Está de pie junto a ellos mientras deciden”.
Sentí que se formaban lágrimas.
“So I am not asking you to marry me.”
I blinked.
He smiled.
“I am asking whether you would like to have dinner with me tomorrow.”
Silence.
Entonces Daniel gritó:
“THAT’S IT?”
