. . . Cleaning up the rest of those trunks in the attic, produced a mass of old clippings about Chicago and memorabilia from Craig’s Great Grandparents. World War I clothing and Grand Judy’s wedding dress, a vase by Lalique and numerous perfume bottles.
“There’s another little chest here in the corner, Craig, I just tripped on it.” She brought it out with her to Craig, “I can’t get it open. It needs someone with muscles,” Carla said. “Little WD40, and there you go honey, its open. I remember this watch it’s Grandpaps pocket watch, and Grand Judy wore this on her blouse. These, are their watches Carla, but I these brands—Vacheron Constatin, Palek Phillippe, Dudley I have never heard of. Now, these I do Breitting and Tiffany. Another thing for photos, appraisals, buyer, and insurance is that right Carla?” Carla nodded her head, “Yes, Craig these aren’t Timex!”
The evening found Craig quiet and Carla noticed that heavy frown line coming back . . . he was worried or upset. She fixed some coffee and put out some brownies. It was still raining, but she had a plan, she went up to change.
“Carla the coffee is done” he said, she waited to hear him again, “Carla honey.” She came down the staircase slowly wearing her wedding dress.
“WOW!” Was all that came out of his mouth as he watched her coming towards him, Carla gave him a little kiss and went on to the kitchen.
Craig immediately flew up the stairs coming down minutes later. Carla could hear the soft music Craig had put on as he approached her, “May I have this dance My Lady, I love you so much,” they danced for hours, stopping only for a kiss.
Carla turned the tables on Craig moving them to the couch, she pushed him down onto the couch “Whoa . . . ooh baby” the frown was gone!