Except for the fact that Ari now played for the Apple Springs Llamas semi-professional football team, nothing had changed. The old-fashioned little house where they lived was exactly the same. Marisol was playing musical instruments for her jazz band, as usual. And they were still very much in love.
One Tuesday night, Ari took Marisol out for a surprise date. Marisol was excited, thinking that perhaps this was the night when Ari would propose. But to her disappointment, he took her to The Barn – a real barn out in the country, which had been converted into an arcade and bowling alley. Still, they had a great time together, bowling and playing pool. After a couple of beers and a lot of laughing, Ari led Marisol to a quiet spot outside the barn.
“Want to watch the stars together?” he asked, pulling Marisol close.
Marisol giggled. “The sky is overcast. We can’t see any stars.”
They were married the next spring, in a tiny Universalist Unitarian church on the outskirts of town. They only invited a few neighbors and friends from work, as well as Marisol’s parents. It was a beautiful, perfect ceremony, and their first night together as husband and wife (although not their first time together) was beautiful and perfect, too.