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When Life imitates Art

The light from the lamp slanted over her face, caught something, something in her eyes that jiggled at the corners of his memory. "Did you have a picture on the wall? Flowers, white flowers in a blue vase?" Her fingers tightened on the brush. "Yes, in my bedroom in New York. One of my watercolors. Not a very good one." "And you had colored bottles on a table. Lots of them, different sizes and stuff." "Perfume bottles." Her throat was closing again, so she was forced to clear it. "I used to collect them." "You let me sleep in your bed with you." His eyes narrowed as he concentrated on the vague blips of memory. Soft smells, soft voice, colors and shapes. "You told me some story, about a frog." The Frog Prince. Into her mind flashed the image of how a little boy had curled against her, the bedside lamp holding back the dark for both of them, his bright-blue eyes intense on her face as she'd calmed his fears with a tale …

Grooms' Amazing Reactions to Seeing Their Brides

My grandson took him a wife last week. And I can tell you the scents in the air of the church, the colors of the light that streamed through the windows, the full rich sound of the music that swelled when little Naomi stood at the back in her glittering white gown, with a bit of MacGregor tartan showing and the MacGregor veil covering her shining black hair. Brides glow. They say that as well. And so she did. It's love that brings that shining beauty to a woman's face. And one more in love I've yet to see. And Ian, handsome as a prince as he waited for her. They don't say a man glows, but perhaps they should. I can't think of another word for the look on his face as he watched her walk to him. And not being such a pinhead after all, what did he do? He took her hand, and the other as well, and as the music died off, and before the priest could open his mouth to start the business of it, Ian said, "I love you, Naomi," his voice as clear and strong …

Salt and Pepper Shakers

Her collection of salt and pepper shakers filled the shelf on the wall over a bench he‟d made in high school wood shop.
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“Oh, I love these.” Carrying her wine, Parker stepped to the salt and pepper shakers. 
She meant it, Malcolm concluded with considerable surprise. He‟d gotten good at detecting her polite tone and her genuine pleasure. 
There were fancy ones, funny ones, and, he guessed the most polite term would be, risqué ones. 
“I started collecting them right after I got married. Something small I could pack up whenever we moved.Then I got a little carried away.” 
“They‟re wonderful. Charming and fun. Batman and Robin?” 
Kay strolled over. “Mal gave me those for Mother‟s Day back when he was about twelve. Gave me those humping dogs, too—didn‟t think I‟d put them out. He was sixteen then, I think, and trying to get my goat. I got his.” She glanced back, grinned at him and the memory. “Embarrassed…