Russian Kiss, Page 3

  “Indeed I did.”

  Out of the blue he asked: “Zontie, will you marry me?” I can’t speak, I am dumfounded, speechless. “You were all I thought about while I was away. Many times, I awoke wishing you were lying beside me. I need you, just like I told you five weeks ago. I love you. Will you marry me?” He pulls out a diamond ring.

  I nod, my voice gone, my tears answering for me.

  The ring fit perfectly.

  “I love you,” he says in my language.

  In his original dialect, I reply, “I love you, too.”

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  M. Demetrice