Chapter 83

When the action, though Paul knew this was stretching the term, moved to the interior of a church, he began to take more notice. Didn’t films like this usually end with a wedding? His spirits rose even further when someone in a white dress walked down the aisle. Despite the swell of organ music from the film’s soundtrack, Paul still heard a nearby sniffle. Turning his head to Geraldine he saw she was dabbing at her eyes.

“I always cry at weddings.”

Thankfully as the happy couple left the church, bells ringing and choir singing, the end credits began to roll. Paul did his best to hide his relief.

“I’ve wanted to see that film ever since I saw it was coming out, but I didn’t want to go alone. Thankyou, Paul. I know you were probably bored silly. Next time you can choose what we see.”

Paul admired Geraldine’s confidence that there’d be a second date. “Are you hungry? The Black Swan over in Hollerton does great food.”

“I could eat a horse.”