“That tickles,” Steve said, trying to sound like Elmo.
I loved his sense of humor, and, well, everything else about him, too.
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There should be an easier word for New Year’s Eve day, something simple. We slept late and only got up when our steward knocked and came in bearing a huge tray of food. Not cooked food, but snacks of all different kinds. It looked like they’d started to raid the shops. “Tomorrow we go hungry,” he said, bustling around, ignoring our entwined bodies. “But tonight is celebration and we feast all day! Maybe many people fly home today. Hoping so, plane can only fly in so much food for us and ship parts to fix everything. I hope you stay, thank you for tip. Means much to me to be noticed. You nice guys. You get married now, yes?”
He never failed to amaze me. Steve smiled and stretched which made the steward take notice. “We get married tonight at the celebration, yes?”