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Topic: Illustrate the meaning of "It's No Use Crying over Spilt Milk" (without using the actual phrase or literal exampl (02/07/08)
- TITLE: Its Only Regurgitation: A Love Story
By william price
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The expensive silver table cloth commemorating my hostâs 50th Wedding Anniversary was ruined.
I also didnât know my future in-laws had weak stomachs. The chain reaction of gastro-unpleasantness was not a pretty sight.
âIâm so sorry, Betty and Mr. and Mrs. JohnâŠâ
I had to cut my apology short and dash to the downstairs bathroom. On the way I heard the anniversary couple excuse themselves to the facilities upstairs.
After splashing cold water on my face, I looked at myself in the mirror.
Great first impression. Itâs not enough I donât own a house or make a lot of money, but I have to fly to New Jersey to humiliate myself in front of Betty and her parents.
After deciding my clothes were still presentable, I undid my trousers and re-tucked my shirt. After fastening my belt, I took a deep breath and headed back out to face the music.
When I walked through the dining room I noticed the windows had been opened and saw the Johnsonâs service help carefully clearing the table.
âBenjamin, is that you? Weâre in here.â
Bettyâs voice came from an adjoining room.
She doesnât sound mad.
Upon entering the Sitting Room, I was about to apologize again, but I noticed a very embarrassed and shocked expression on Bettyâs face.
Oh, Oh, she is upset.
I just stood there; big and dumb.
âHoneyâŠâ Betty said slowly, nodding her head downwards.
I think sheâs trying to tell me something.
I looked behind me, but didnât see anything.
With a slight smile, Mrs. Johnson set her teacup down and calmly said, âXYZ.â
XYZ? Oh no!
I peeked down quickly and fled yet another room.
After making sure I was completely fastened up this time, I tried to find the courage to face Betty and her parents again.
âWell, that was certainly special,â Mr. Johnson said with a grin as I took a seat next to the multi-millionaireâs only daughter.
I looked Betty in the face.
âI am so, so sorry.â
Bettyâs face contorted and she turned her head.
I really did it this time.
When she turned back around she handed me a mint.
âOh yea, my breath, thank you.â
I wanted to die.
âBenjamin, dear,â Mrs. Johnson said with the sweetest, kindest voice I ever heard, âjust relax. No big harm was done. Would you like some tea?â
âNo thank you. I think Iâll just chew on this mint for awhile.â
Betty patted my leg, leaned into me and whispered, âI love you.â
âDo you see that, son?â Mr. Johnsonâs tone was calm and polite. âLook at my daughterâs face. She gazes at you like Samantha does me. She loves you.â
I turned my head towards Bettyâs deep brown eyes, her perfectly tailored eyebrows, her bright smile, and my heart melted.
âI love her too, sir. And I would like to apologizeâŠâ
âNo need for that, son. Things happen; weâll fly in to New York tomorrow and eat some cooked meat.â
Mrs. Johnson respectfully cut me off.
âBenjamin, dear, we could not have received a greater anniversary present than what we saw tonight in our daughterâs eyes. You donât know how many years weâve prayed she would truly find love.â
Mr. Johnson cleared his throat and wiped a tear from his eye.
âYou reminded me of what love really is; what Sam and I shared before we had all of this. I know you feel like you canât support our daughter the way you may think we feel she should, but youâre wrong. You run a Christian orphanage. You both help parentless children. Thatâs worth more than all the wealth we have.â
âAmen,â said Mrs. Johnson. âGranted,â she added with a smile, âyour first impression, on the surface, was, letâs say, memorable, but nothing you did tonight spoke ill of your heart or soul. You just proved youâre human. Iâm glad our Betty found a real man.â
I felt relieved I could have survived such a night. I leaned over and gave Betty a long kiss.
Mr. Johnsonâs cough interrupted. âOne more thing before we call it a night.â
His stern look concerned me.
Maybe Iâm not out of the woods yet?
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