Текст книги "That Boy"
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“Get him here!” he orders.
Phillip calls Danny on his cell and tells him to come to the hospital. As he is talking to Danny, the doctor says, “Tell him to come to this room, like a visitor. We certainly don't want the media to get wind of this.”
Actually, he is right about that.
Danny finally shows up at the hospital, about an hour later, with flowers for me.
He's so sweet!
By this time, my tests have come back and it's been determined that I do not have meningitis.
Thank God!
Instead, I have a severe case of strep throat, and evidently strep throat can be very dangerous and have serious complications if not treated.
As in you can get rheumatic fever and go into heart failure.
Something I did not know and really wish I hadn't discovered.
I'm dehydrated and weak, so they hooked me up to an IV and gave me two shots of antibiotics.
One in each butt cheek.
Um, not cool.
I'm still trying to figure out why they just didn't put the antibiotics in my IV. I'm pretty sure it was the doctor's way of paying me back for possibly getting Danny Diamond sick.
“Danny, I'm Dr. Daniels. I've been taking care of your friend, Jadyn, here,” the doctor says, shaking Danny's hand.
Phillip and I glance at each other and roll our eyes.
The man is a doctor, and he's kissing up to Danny. That tells you how important football is in the Cornhusker state. Phillip and I are used to it now. We just try to fade into the background. Sometimes, I don't know how Danny does it. How he manages to be so nice to people who just come up to him, even if he's like right in the middle of dinner or a date or something.
He takes it all so well though. Luckily, he has the kind of personality where no one is a stranger. He'll shake old guy's and little kid's hands all day long. He tells us being a Husker quarterback is a privilege, and he needs to act like a role model and honor the legacy of all the great Husker players in history, or some other bullshit like that.
Actually, he really believes it.
I'm really very proud of the way he handles himself. He always speaks clearly and intelligently to the media, and they seem to love him. Of course, it helps that the team is winning, and Danny is playing well. And he has a standard line he uses when the media asks him what he wants out of his football career, I just want to bring the National Championship trophy back home to Nebraska.
They eat that kind of crap up. Of course, that really is what he wants.
The media is tricky though. Over the years, we've seen them be totally ruthless to very talented quarterbacks, who frankly, just didn't have the right team combination to win.
So Danny is smart enough to know, that as far as the media is concerned, you're only as good as your last game.
My thoughts are interrupted by the doctor asking Danny for an autograph. For his kid.
Sure it is.
Danny looks at me wearing his shirt. “Hey Jay, give me your shirt. I'll sign that.”
Excuse me, but I'm wearing it!
After much ado and embarrassment, I'm now in a stupid hospital gown and the doctor is proudly holding a Danny Diamond autographed shirt.
I hope it has strep throat germs all over it!
Danny, as usual, is getting all the attention.
The team doctor shows up at the hospital, my doctor had called him. Even though Danny says he feels fine, they decide to do a strep test on him.
“We can't risk him getting sick this week.”
Hello. I'm the sick one here. Do we really need to be worried about Danny? He looks just fine.
And I do mean fine.
I don't know where he was, but damn.
He's wearing an aqua blue T-shirt that is just the right side of tight and that makes his eyes a blazing blue.
And I must be feeling better because I didn't really notice that before.
Just my luck, he tests positive for strep and ends up in the bed next to me.
Phillip smiles at the two of us, “How adorable. Matching antibiotics, IVs and hospital gowns.
“Shut up, Phillip,” Danny tells him.
Thank you!
Danny looks over and grins at me, “Well, I guess that'll teach me to kiss you.”
Phillip, the comedian again, slams us both by saying, “I would've thought you'd learned that lesson by now.”
But don't worry all you Nebraska fans out there.
Danny was in tiptop shape for the game on Saturday.
I still didn't feel that great, so Phillip stayed home with me and watched the game on TV.
Thank God we won, 17-6, otherwise I would have the whole state mad at me, instead of just Phillip.
But since I live with him, it's almost as bad.
Actually he isn't really mad at me, he's just pretending.
He can never stay mad at me.
One day in early April, Danny surprises Phillip and me by asking us to help him pick out an engagement ring for Lori. We go to the jewelry store, where he shows us the stone he's already picked out. It's a lovely 2 carat marquis cut diamond. Danny is stumped on what to do for the setting. He's bound and determined to present her with a ring, not just a diamond, so we shop around and talk to the salesman.
None of the settings seem right to me, so I get frustrated and draw what I think the setting should look like on a piece of paper.
It's a platinum band, that's not too wide, with 3 baguettes coming out from each side of the solitaire, like a shooting star.
“I love that,” Danny says. “Do you have something like this?” He shows my drawing to the sales guy.
“No,” says the eager to please salesman, “but we can make it.”
While we are waiting, for what seems like forever, for him to write it up, Danny turns to me and says, “So what's your idea of a perfect ring, Jay?”
I nearly say I've never really given it any thought, but I'm bored, and well, what girl hasn't given it at least the teensiest of thought? So I draw up my perfection. A 2-carat emerald cut diamond in a platinum setting. From each corner of the solitaire are baguette diamonds that form an x on each side before intertwining and becoming one at the back.
Incredible, if I don't say so myself!
“Wow. That's cool too. Danny studies it intently. “You know, it looks like you.”
I smile.
This from a guy who never gave a diamond a second thought, unless it had something to do with baseball. Now, he thinks he's an expert.
Afterwards, we head to the bar to discuss Danny's plans for popping the big question. Danny and the team did bring the National Championship home to Nebraska, just like he always planned.
GO HUSKERS!
We all went to the bowl game and had an incredible time. Danny graduated in December and will be going though the NFL draft later this month. He's hoping the draft goes well and is excited to know which team he'll be playing for when he asks Lori to marry him. He's planning to propose on the anniversary of their first date, May 23rd. His plan is to take her on what seems to be an impromptu picnic, one that will be quite elaborate, thanks to our help, and propose to her then.
It sounded like the perfect plan, until Lori came crying to me because she just got another candle.
Lori and I are sorority sisters, and I'm proud to say that Danny finally broke out of his SSE rut. (Simple, Smooth, and Easy)
You didn't think I'd ever let him forget that, did you?
He begged me to set them up, after meeting her at a party last year.
Lori's a great girl.
Smart. Premed. Sky high GPA.
She has a wicked sense of humor, which I love, and which is a surprise from someone who looks so straight laced.
Really, I was sorta joking when I told Danny he should marry Phillip, but personality wise, Lori is just that. A girl version of Phillip.
Probably why her and I get along so well, we're complete opposites. She's the responsible to my reckless, the organized to my chaos, the calm to my manic, and the serious to my flippant. Plus, the girl can seriously party, so we have had a lot of fun over the years.
She's a natural beauty and is just gorgeous both inside and out. She has long strawberry blonde hair, a sweep of cute little freckles across her nose and beautiful brown eyes. She's 5'7” and weighs 120 pounds on a fat day.
And although she does have Danny's prerequisite C cups, she is nothing like the girls he used to date.
One: She has a brain.
Two: She's never been a cheerleader.
Three: She knows zero about football.
Four: There is nothing simple or easy about her.
Five: She didn't fall all over him when they met, in fact, she ignored him! She knew who he was, sure. I mean, you can't live on campus and not know who the Husker quarterback is. But she had heard me talk about him enough to know that a guy like him, who dates so many different girls, really wasn't the kind of guy she was looking for. She pictured herself with someone serious. She figured she would meet a guy in Med School and they will be brilliant doctors together. She seriously, had NO desire to date him.
REALLY!
Which is what I think really intrigued him.
She was his first real challenge.
And really, once I begged, and quite possibly, bribed, her to go on a date with him, she could see what the fuss was all about. So she decided, what the hell, I know he never takes a girl seriously, so I'll have a little fling with him. But for the first time in his life, Danny made a girl wait. He told her she was different, special, and after a month of him dating NO girls but her, she finally drug Danny in his room by his ears and said, If I'm so special, lets get to it. And I guess they did.
And they have been pretty much inseparable ever since.
They make an adorable pair and get along quite well in spite of their differences. He tries to teach her about football, and she tries to teach him Latin.
The thing about her that amazes me is how she always looks dressed up. Even in a T-shirt and sweats, she looks dressy. She just has this class about her, and fittingly, she is president of our sorority.
In our sorority, whenever someone gets promised or lavaliered, pinned or engaged, they pass their candle.
It sounds sort of weird, but goes like this.
Basically the whole sorority stands in a big circle with the lights dimmed. We sing songs and when the candle has gone around the circle the right amount of times, the girl who is one of those things blows out the candle as a way of making her big announcement. When you are the girl who needs to pass your candle, you try to keep it a secret until the ceremony. The tricky part is you have to get your candle to the President. Sometimes, if it's a younger girl, she just tells the President. But most of the upperclassmen are more secretive because they want to surprise her too.
Today, Lori got a candle in her house mailbox, and she doesn't know who it came from.
She plops down on my couch and says, “It's just not fair. Ever since I saw my first candlelight ceremony, I dreamed that one day I would get to do it. And since I met Danny, well, I just assumed it would happen. I was so sure that once he got drafted, he would pop the question.”
Danny was the second pick in the first round of the draft. To my delight, he drafted higher than the cocky running back who won the Heisman trophy.
Sorry, but Danny totally should have won that.
He's going to be playing for the Kansas City Chiefs, and Phillip and I are so excited, since we'll be able to go to lots of his games.
“But instead, he's gotten so he won't even talk about our future together. We used to talk all the time about where we hoped he'd go, how we'd want to live, how many kids we'd have.” She starts gesturing big with her hands. “And Jade, I bought it all. Now I don't think he wants to marry me anymore.” She sighs. “I think he just wants to be some rich, single, pro player. KC's most eligible bachelor. Whatever. I'll probably end up married to a boring doctor, and I'll see Danny on an episode of MTV Cribs. He'll be in a huge house. A house with no furniture, except for a pool table, a big TV and a stripper's pole. There will be nothing in his frig but beer and Gatorade. How pathetic will that be?”
She's starting to babble.
I smile at her. It's reassuring for me to know that someone so smart, can also not have a clue when it comes to boys. Does she really not know how totally crazy Danny is about her? Is she really that blind?
“I know I shouldn't ask, Jadyn, but do you know anything? Has he said anything to you? I can't sleep, I'm eating too much and I can't concentrate on studying for finals. I'm going to be a moose with a bad GPA.” She sighs again. “So should I just give him an ultimatum or what?”
Wow, what do I say?
Lori is my best girlfriend, and I really want to make her feel better, but I can't give the big secret away. I'm sure the reason Danny's stopped talking about their future is because of the whole surprise factor.
“Lori, you know Danny is pretty strong willed, and he really doesn't like to be told what to do. I think you should definitely NOT issue him an ultimatum because even if he wants to marry you, well, that would just piss him off and make him not want to ask you. Why don't you focus on school, and well, just let Danny quarterback the relationship for a while? Let him run the game. It's what he likes to do.”
Her face tells me that this is not very reassuring.
So I pat her hand and add, “You know, someday he's going to throw you that perfect long bomb into the end zone, and it will have been worth the wait.” I look seriously at her, because this I know for sure. “He's worth it, Lori. He is so worth the wait.”
“Yeah, I know. I'm just sick of sophomores getting engaged.”
When Danny gets home from Lori's that night, he bounds into my room and plops down on my bed, jolting me awake.
I squint to look at the clock. “Danny, it's, like, 2am. What do you want?”
“Tell me about this candle passing stuff. Lori was talking about it. She didn't come out and say it, but I got the impression it's something she wants to do.”
DUH!
“Of course she wants to, but our last meeting is next week, so unless you move up the proposal date, she won't ever get to.”
“Why is this such a big deal, Jay? And what exactly do you do anyway?”
What I want to say is can't we discuss this at a time when my mind is functioning? But my eyes adjust to the light, and I get a good look at Danny. I can't help but smile. He reminds me of a little kid sitting on the edge of my bed, waiting to get told a great bedtime story.
He's also looking at me sweetly with those eyes.
I swear, I'd do just about anything for that boy when he looks at me like that.
Fine. Now it is.
“Don't you remember the candlelight ceremony at spring formal, when Bobby Allen and Linsey Newman got engaged? You were there. Didn't you watch?”
Of course, I know he didn't watch.
He and Phillip, who I had begged to go with me for lack of a decent date and who looked so hot that I wished it were a real date, were up at the bar doing shots with all the other guys. I know they never even looked over.
“Well, uh, I remember you all got in a circle and sang, then I think we hit the bar. I just don't get the big deal,” he says with frustration creeping into his voice.
This is going to take awhile, so I sigh, sit up and put my pillow behind my back.
“It is a big deal to us girls, Danny. We have watched with wonder as upperclassmen have announced being lavaliered, pinned, and engaged and each time you see it, you wish it could have been you. They always look so happy and in love, and let's face it, LOVE is what every girl dreams of.”
Well, that… and the rock, and the dress, and the presents, and the honeymoon…
“Okay,” Danny says, struggling to create a new game plan in his mind. “So could she pass her own candle without knowing that it's her candle? You know, could it be a surprise?”
Maybe it's the fact that I'm sleep deprived, but the boy is making no sense.
“Danny, she really can't be surprised because she wouldn't know it was her candle to blow out. So it would just go around and around, like some bizarre nightmare. You know, like the one where you take the same final over and over and over again, but you never get it finished.”
“Stick to the point, Jay.”
“Oh, yeah.” Then my mind comes up with a brilliant idea. “Unless, you want to ask her to marry you in front of the sorority, during the candlelight ceremony.”
He gives that some thought.
“I could do that,” he says bravely. “Do you think she'd like that, or would she prefer I ask her in private?”
“Well, the question isn't really would she like it, Danny, of course she would. The question is, are you sure she'll say yes? You know, you ask in front of all those people, she says no, it could be a bit embarrassing for you.” I can't help but tease him a little.
“Uh, I think she'll say yes,” he says, but I can tell he's slightly worried.
“But honestly, even if she said no, half of the sorority would be in love with you themselves and be glad to take you up on your offer. I'm not sure if it can be done, though,” I ramble on.
“At least I've never heard of it being done, but I guess it could be because the candlelight ceremony doesn't have to be done in private. We have done it at formals and stuff, so my final answer is yes. I think you could, and should, do it.”
“What about the serenading part that Phillip's frat does? Is that important?”
“Well if you were in a fraternity, yeah it's important. But what are you gonna do? Have the football team serenade her?” I laugh at the thought.
“Well, maybe. Come on, Jay. Help me pull it off?”
He gives me that look, the one I have seen so many times, usually before we do something that we probably shouldn't be doing. But for once, this is a case where we definitely should. He and Lori are amazing together, and I am so happy that he's finally found a girl that's perfect for him. And if I can help her wish come true too, of course I am in.
But I have to give him a hard time first. “Do I have a choice?”
“Not really,” he says, as he jumps off my bed.
He leans down and kisses my forehead. He looks so happy, as he bounds out of my room. “You can go back to sleep now.”
Yeah, like that's possible. Now, I have a million ideas racing through my mind.
I yell after him, “Hey Danny, is the ring ready?”
“Yeah,” he replies from the hall.
“Do you have it?”
“Yeah.”
“Can I see it?” I ask, trying not to sound as frustrated as I am with his one-word responses.
“Nope.”
“You're such a loser!”.
“Ah, come on, you know you love me,” he says with his sweet voice.
“Yeah. I do.” I'm such a pushover.
“Night, Jay.”
The week passes by quickly. Operation Engagement is in place, and the day of our last sorority meeting is upon us. I'm just getting back home from studying at the library. Well, I was sort of studying. Actually I was supposed to be studying, but instead I was flirting with and then making out with this hot guy from my Tech Design class. I've been trying to get him to ask me out all semester. Turns out he recently broke up with his girlfriend and finally appears to be interested. I was so hoping that would happen!
Lori is sitting at the breakfast bar, apparently waiting for me.
I see the candle box on the bar in front of her.
Uh, oh.
I don't even get to say hello. She's across the room in a flash.
“Look at this!” she says, thrusting the box into my hands.
I'm looking at the box I wrapped in beautiful, fuchsia paper. The wrapping paper has little gold pineapples on it. Inside, I know, is a thick fuchsia taper. Attached in a ring at the base of the taper are fuchsia and orange tropical silk flowers with cascades of purple, orange and fuchsia ribbons. I've never seen a more beautiful passing candle in all my years, if I do say so myself.
I also know that these are the colors and flowers of Lori's dream wedding.
I am SO bad!
“Pretty box. Is that for me? Late birthday present?”
“No!” she snarls, opens the lid and shows me what's inside. “Don't be coy with me, missy. I think you already know exactly what this is.”
I give her my best puzzled look.
“This is your work, Jadyn. This candle is beautifully decorated, and I know you made it. She squints her eyes at me, puts her hand on her hip, and speaks in a threatening tone. “Whose is it?”
“My work? I've never decorated a candle before,” well, except this one, “in my life. What are you talking about?”
“This bow,” she points, “looks exactly like the bows you made for all our Christmas presents.”
Damn!
This girl is too observant and maybe too smart for her own good. I briefly wonder if she's already conducted forensic research on the box. I figure next she'll tell me she's dusted it for fingerprints.
Damn! I knew I should have worn gloves.
“Let me see your hand,” she demands, grabbing my left hand, probably getting ready to fingerprint and incriminate me.
But instead, I see she is glaring at my very empty ring finger.
She shocks the hell out of me when she asks, “Did you get engaged, Jade?”
She looks at me seriously. It's really hard for me not to just laugh hysterically in her face, but I refrain from doing so because I'm a good friend, and I realize that she's in distress.
But her next question very nearly blows me away.
“Did you and Phillip finally come to your senses and get together? Are YOU passing this candle tonight?”
Okay ha ha, maybe she's not that smart.
Her hands are on her hips, so I get the impression that she is quite serious. Gosh, I wish I was recording this, so we could all laugh about it later.
“Me, engaged?” And to Phillip, of all people? Are you serious? I'm dating, like two, well maybe three different guys right now, NONE of which is Phillip. And by the way, they make bows like this,” I say in a know-it-all voice, while flipping the ribbons, “at any flower or craft shop.”
Looking closely at the candle, she says with a sigh so big it blows her bangs up off of her face, “Jadyn, this blows.”
That's funny. Candle. Blows. Get it? Oh never mind.
She shrugs, lets out a huge, sad sigh and drops onto the couch.
Uh, oh. Here we go. Meltdown time.
“It's in MY wedding colors, tropical flowers even! It's like a bad joke staring at me, saying ha-ha, you'll never get to pass your candle.” Then all of a sudden she completely changes directions, regroups and says conspiratorially, “Okay. So we have to find out whose this is. Go ask around. I'm going over to the House to see what I can find out.”
And with the look of a possessed woman, she gets up, takes the candle box and leaves.
I grin to myself. I'm not too worried about what she'll find out. Nobody in the sorority knows what will happen tonight but me.
And what the hell was that anyway about Phillip and me coming to our senses? Whatever. She so knows we are just friends. I don't understand why people always think there is something between us.
I think if there were, I would know.
Duh.
I call Danny on his cell and nearly die laughing, telling him about Lori's visit.
She is going to be so surprised!
I can hardly wait!
Because Lori has verbally abused nearly every sorority member, and no one seems to have a clue about whose candle it is, there is much interest in tonight's ceremony and every member is present and accounted for. Our usual, long lasting, and sometimes even a little boring, business meeting is rushed through in record time.
I hope Danny's ready early.
Finally, it's show time!
In usual presidential fashion, Lori announces that there will be a candlelight ceremony tonight.
But everyone already knows this and is forming the circle. Someone dims the lights while Lori lights the candle and starts the singing.
I knew that, as planned, Danny would be hiding just behind the door to the kitchen with the house mom, Doris, who even though she is old, is female, and as such, adores Danny.
I told him to not get distracted and to peek and listen carefully, so he would come out at just the right time. Lori starts passing the candle around the circle to her right and says, “Promised or Lavaliered.”
I'm strategically standing next to Lori on her left. I know she will practically shit a brick when the candle makes it all the way around to me on Engaged.
The candle makes its first lap, and as Lori starts the second round, she says, “Pinned.”
Once again, the candle makes its way around to Lori without getting blown out.
She pauses, holding the candle for an extra second, then says with dramatic flair, “Engaged.”
Then she starts it on its third go round.
Whenever we get to Engaged, there is a special magic in the air and even though we are all singing, there is kind of a collective OH!
This time is no exception. We know it's the big one!
The candle is almost back to me, and I am FREAKING OUT! I'm using my mind to try and send Danny major telepathic messages.
COME OUT NOW!
Come out NOW!
But it doesn't seem to be working. The candle is just being passed to me. Lori is giving me a look that by all rights should have knocked me dead. She waits for me to blow out the candle.
What a joke that would be!
Me engaged! Ha! And to Phillip!
Although, I mean that wouldn't be an awful thing. He is really hot and adorable.
But oh, yeah, everyone is staring at me. They now know that either Lori or I got engaged. I look at Lori and smile at her. She gives me another death look.
I'm frantic!
So I decide to stall, I take a breath in and pretend like I'm going to blow it out, and THANK YOU GOD, Danny suddenly parts through the other side of the circle.
I shouldn't have freaked. I should have known his timing is always impeccable.
I watch him walking toward us. Danny moves like a panther. Graceful, yet feral. I mean girls can't help but stare, and trust me, when I say all eyes are riveted on him.
Well, all eyes but Lori's.
She's still got her eyes laser locked on the candle she thinks I am about to blow out. I keep the candle in my hand, look at her and bug out my eyes toward Danny.
She sees him and gets a look of horror on her face.
I can tell she is thinking, Oh my God, why is he here? Did something terrible happen?
He stalks up to her, and she whispers, “What's wrong? Why are you here?”
Danny doesn't answer her.
He looks her straight in the eye and slowly bends down on one knee.
The singing stops, and there is a collective gasp of breath from the girls. They've all figured out what is about to happen.
Lori still isn't completely sure what Danny is doing, and if she's figured it out, she can't believe it's really happening. She just stares at him in disbelief.
Danny takes her hand and says, “Lori, you are the most beautiful and brilliant woman I have ever known. I love you more than I ever thought was possible, and I keep falling further in love with you everyday. You've made me so happy. I'm hoping you'd like to keep me that way for the rest of our lives. Make me a happy man, Lori. Marry me?”
Lori and most of the sisters have tears streaming down their cheeks.
Danny stands up.
Lori looks at Danny intensely, throws her arms around him and screams, “YES!”
The girls go aawwhhh and just as they are finishing, a loudmouthed sophomore yells, “Where's the rock, Danny?”
Danny backs away from Lori, into the center of the circle. Then he starts doing what he does best, playing in front of a crowd.
“Come on, ladies,” he says, leaning back and holding both arms out in the air. “I have just pledged my undying love,” he brings both his hands to his heart, “to this woman in front of all of you. Do you really think she needs a ring?”
All of us, Lori included, scream, “YES!”
Danny nods, pulls a gray velvet ring box out of his pocket, drops back and I don't believe what I'm seeing.
For the first time in my life, I see Danny's hand shake as he throws a pass.
He does manage to pass the ring box to Lori, but the pass is wobbly and a bit too high.
I fight my natural reaction to reach up and grab it.
Sadly, this pass is not meant for me.
Lori, bless her heart, who has probably NEVER caught a football or any ball, for that matter, in her life, suddenly develops the reflexes of a cat. She leaps up and snatches that ring box right out of the air. It's amazing what a girl can do with the proper motivation.
She opens the box. I can't see the ring, but when I see the way she looks at it and how happy she is, I start to tear up a little myself.
Danny puts the ring on her finger. The girls cheer and then start singing again.
I gently nudge her shoulder.
“I think this is yours,” I say, and pass her the candle. Danny winks at me, and Lori gives me a huge grin. Now she understands.
She and Danny blow the candle out together.
Someone turns up the lights.
Danny says, “Hey, I understand there is usually serenading after this. How 'bout we head outside.”
Danny and Lori lead the way, with me tagging right behind them.
I've got to see this! I can't imagine what Danny had to promise to get some lowly freshmen football players to come sing to his girlfriend.
This could be a total disaster.
This was the part he and Phillip planned all on their own.
I just hope for her sake, she's not embarrassed if it's totally pathetic.
But as we come out the door, I literally see a SEA of red.
I gaze around at the mass of people that Danny and Phillip have assembled.
There is, what appears to be, like the WHOLE football team dressed in red practice jerseys, pretty much every fraternity boy at the school, each wearing his house letters across his chest, and MY GOD, what must be the majority, NO SHIT, of the Husker marching band!
They are wearing assorted red Husker shirts, shorts and their big band hats.
Like magic, when Danny appears, the music begins. The Husker fight song. After that, they play a song everyone knows, and everyone sings along, “There is no place like Nebraska, dear old Nebraska U, where the girls are the fairest, the boys are the …hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum….”
(Uh, I really should have learned all the words to this song.)
Well, one thing's for certain! No one's likely to forget this candlelight ceremony soon!
This isn't an engagement.
It's a wedding pep rally!
After a few songs, the serenading stops and the event takes on a life of its own. Everyone has come out of the neighboring houses and dorms to see what's going on, and pretty soon it becomes one big street party. The band keeps playing, and everyone starts dancing. I'm standing on the steps of the sorority house, watching the whole spectacle in amazement, when I see Phillip waving at me from across the street.
