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A Story: When Pinky Proposed to Bette (#323)

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One weekend I flew in to Atlanta on my way to a conference. I had a day layover and I had arranged a dinner with Bette, at her favorite Vietnamese restaurant. It was a warm place, full of every tasty smell you can think of. Cabbage and long-simmered pork and beef broth. The place was a kaleidoscope of people, every ethnicity. Every shape and size. Each table a crazy combination of hues. All tucking into bowls of pho and vermicelli salads. I would be tempted to come to this place just to see the people.

But my business that evening had a more long-term ring to it. That is, I had a ring, which I brought out toward the end of the meal.

“Bette,” I said.

I held her hand.

“I know I can never replace Howie,” I said. “And I don’t want to. Howie was my…

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Written by kirkistan

November 19, 2015 at 5:55 am

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  1. Finally! Will you be serializing this? (K)


    November 19, 2015 at 12:17 pm

    • Thanks, Kerfe. I was not planning to. I’ll see what it looks like when I finish it at the end of the month. Thanks for reading.


      November 19, 2015 at 12:29 pm

      • Your drawings do seem to demand a story.


        November 20, 2015 at 5:39 am

      • What is it about them, do you think, that calls for a story?


        November 20, 2015 at 9:11 am

      • There is always so much that could be implied. But we don’t know exactly what! You have a way of picking out details that are very intriguing.


        November 20, 2015 at 10:11 am

      • That’s helpful! Yes–the details that get emphasized. I can see that now. Thanks!


        November 20, 2015 at 10:13 am

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