The 'Vette turned into the driveway and parked. Gene paused, laying his trimmers on the shrub.
Marty had arrived to pick up Maggie for one of their many dates. Picking up the trimmers
unconcerned, Gene went back to work.
Glancing up Gene saw Marty leave the driveway and make his way toward him. Laying the
trimmers down again Gene waited. Marty stopped a few feet from him, and he waited, sensing
tension in Marty.
"Sir, I need to talk to you."
Without a word Gene took him by the arm and guided him to the back of the yard. The muscles in
his arm were hard indicating the tension he sensed in Marty. Bending down he picked up two
yellow pears, and handed one to Marty.
Gene sat on the ground with his back to the tree. Carefully he polished the pear on his pant leg
while he pointed for Marty to sit. Both settled, Gene bit into the pear and began chewing slowly.
Marty watched, realizing that he was to do the same.
"Chew slowly Marty, and enjoy the fruit." Marty did slow a little, but finishing his mouthful he
said: "Sir I want to marry Maggie."
Gene kept chewing as if nothing else mattered at that moment.
Marty could not stand the silence. "We have planned a wedding for a long time, and now seems
the right time." Still nothing from Gene.
"I will take the best care of Maggie that I can."
Gene finished chewing and swallowed, saying, "Marty when is the wedding date ?"
Marty jumped to his feet and started for the house, then remembering, he turned back. "Thank
you Mr Scott" and turned for the house again.
"Marty." And Marty stopped. "Call me Gene, son."
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