September 3, 2011
Potters - Round 2
"Ma... ma..." Alvin cooed to Ethel from the floor.
Smiling, Ethel glanced down and patted the little boy on his head. "Your Auntie Myrtle is crazy if she thinks this is going to work." And yet, she thought to herself, she was finding it hard to even imagine life without Alvin. "Let me go get you a bottle, dear."
"Good morning ma'am. I'm Wyatt Sampson from Repairs, Inc. If you could just show me where the problem is, ma'am."
Ethel couldn't imagine why she felt so flustered. It's not like she'd never seen a handsome man before. But, still, her stomach flipped with excitement as she led him to the bathroom.
"Hello, Ms. Potter. This is Wyatt Sampson from Repairs, Inc. I... was just calling to check on your toilet. Just wanted to make sure that cute tyke didn't throw any more toys down the drain."
Ethel smiled. "I certainly hope not!" Ethel remarked.
"Well now, I certainly am glad he did it because I happened to meet a lovely lady. Feel free to call me if you need anything."
Ethel blushed and bit her lip. "Well," she began, "we were thinking about having a small birthday party for Alvin. It's his birthday today. If you'd like to come..." Ethel trailed off, sure that Wyatt would just turn her down.
"I'd love to!" Wyatt said.
Ethel glanced back, surprised. "Why, what do you mean?"
Myrtle just looked at Ethel curiously. "You do realize you're standing in the middle of the kitchen grinning like an old fool?"
Ethel just laughed. "So I am, Myrtle. So I am!"
Myrtle couldn't believe the change that had come over Ethel. She was smiling and laughing more. She didn't make snide comments during the party. And, she even danced with the gentleman who'd repaired their toilet. It was like overnight Ethel had turned into an entirely different person.
She'd just shrugged and replied, "I'd never needed to use one before."
Wyatt could tell that he'd embarrassed her. Wrapping his arms around her, he hugged her close. "I'll teach you anything you want to know about anything."
Ethel smiled. "That might take a long time," she'd said coyly. "Perhaps you should move in. So that you're available if I need to know something..."
Wyatt had smiled and kissed her sweetly. "Perhaps I should."
The next morning, Wyatt came out for breakfast and Myrtle had gasped and then glanced over at Alvin. Alvin had just shoved some food in his mouth and said, "Morning, Wyatt! You're here early!"
Wyatt grabbed a plate and sat down next to Myrtle. "Yes I am." Then, looking at Myrtle he said, "I figure I'm going to be moving in now, if that's okay with you and Mr. Alvin, here."
"Alright! Cool!" Alvin had shouted, excited. Myrtle just pressed her lips together, disapproving.
Ethel gasped and tears started flooding her eyes. "But... I thought you were happy..." she began.
Wyatt glanced up and saw the tears and swore. "No, I am happy. What I mean to say... well, what I'm trying to say is... will you marry me? Make an honest man of me?" Wyatt pulled a ring from his pocket. "I've been carrying this around in my pocket for ages now trying to find the right time to ask."
"Yes!" Ethel cried, coming around the table and hugging him. "I will! I can't wait! Oh, wait until I tell Myrtle and Alvin!"
Wyatt smiled as he slipped the ring on Ethel's finger.