The Mission: Honeymoon Plans (part 16)
“Ginny sweetheart,” started Elijah, “Where would you like to go for a honeymoon? I’ve been visiting with travel agents, and none of their suggestions seem quite right.”
“I have a little travel trailer. We could take it anywhere. It’s a shame we can’t pull it with the Dragonfly!” Ginny laughed. “If my parents weren’t staying in the beach house, we could just stay here.”
“Don’t you want to go somewhere exotic? Where you can wear a flimsy little excuse of a bathing suit, and add to your freckle collection?” he asked.
“Why don’t we just rent a little honeymoon cottage on my beach? All I care about is being with you. I don’t want to waste a minute on currency exchanges, passports, or luggage. And traveling over the holidays is always difficult. We can hide out for a week then surprise everybody.”
“It would give me chance to get acquainted with your father. Are you sure? I don’t want to cheat you out of a real honeymoon,” said Eli.
“Darling, we’re going to Alaska! We’ll take a honeymoon every time you’re free. It’s a beautiful state and I want to explore every part of it. I’m going to cost you a fortune in paint and paper.”
“Actually I was sorta hoping you’d make us a fortune with your paint and paper,” he laughed.
“Well I was saving this news for a wedding surprise,” said Ginny, “but when I told my book editor that I was getting married and moving to Alaska, she suggested that after I finish the book on Texas animals, that I do a book on animals in Alaska. Birds, bears, fish. Sea otters and seals. It won’t earn a fortune, but it will contribute nicely to the family exchequer.”
“Ginny! That’s wonderful news. We’ll get a house where you can have a studio.”
“I can paint anywhere. Temperamental I am not,” she said. “But I do look forward to playing house with you, Eli.”
“Oh, me too, Lamb Chop. Me too.”
3 Responses to “The Mission: Honeymoon Plans (part 16)”
November 1st, 2006 at 4:13 pm
“Lamb Chop”?!
You know, Deborah, I’m doing my best to stick with you through this, but, frankly, that pesky Y chromosome is making it harder and harder to stay focused. I’m still hoping your muse is getting ready to throw you a curve, one with a little C-4 or a Vulcan mini-gun or something equally concussive to mix things up a bit.
Fortunately, I’m a patient guy. Well, as guy’s go. ;-)
[Of course, being a guy, I’m taking the perspective that this is all about me. Please don’t burst my bubble by telling me otherwise.]
November 1st, 2006 at 6:01 pm
Don’t you have a pet name for your Mrs.? My husband calls me Red, which is as sentimental as he gets. My darling daughter-in-law calls me Red Delicious, which is rather fine I think.
“Lamb Chop” refers back to the time when Eli told Ginny that he was bonded to the lamb, and would never want another (a reference to the book she was illustrating when they met). Ok. So maybe that’s a little toooo sugary.
Recently my sister asked if I were going to write a crisis into the narrative and I said, “No, that would just slow the story down, and it’s gone on too long as it is.” My mistake was putting Elijah into an existing F-22 squadron that’s really going to move to Alaska.
So I cannot in good conscience, creatively write something with C-4 or a Vulcan mini-gun since since that would be a more catastrophic event than I could manage at this time.(But I could have Ace jump from an airplane and land on the beach across from the Hotel Galvez just before the ceremony begins.)
Or I could have Eli give Ginny a Desert Eagle or a vintage Purdy for a wedding present. She is tall remember, and very strong. And her future mother-in-law already gave her those fabulous pearls so Eli doesn’t have to worry about that.
Your perspective is important, so I will try to sprinkle some testosterone all about in future installments!
November 1st, 2006 at 8:48 pm
Ah, you’re much too kind. You didn’t have to justify the plot and you certainly don’t have to adapt it to my skewed outlook. But you’re sweet to humor me. ;-)
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