The Night Before 9/11
Jane Marie stood in the window of her new home; their new home. It was finally coming together. She was giddy, excited, and exhausted but happy. She grinned into the setting sun, hugging herself tightly thinking “Happy! Finally, happy and content!”
She fixed her gaze on the World Trade Center, wondering about all the people inside, wondering if they were happy; if anyone inside felt as content as she. While lost in thought, she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder as a baritone voice said, “Hello, wife.”
She turned to smile into Marcus’ eyes. “Say it again,” she said, “I still hardly believe it.”
“Believe it,” Marcus responded, “You’re my wife, now and forever. “
He joined her in the window, pulling her into his embrace. He cast his eyes on the tallest building saying, “I’ll be there tomorrow. It’s a better position that will secure our future together. “
Jane Marie argued, “You don’t need a better position. What if it’s too much for you? I’m being promoted at the end of September. You don’t have to do this for me.”
“Nothing is too much for us,” he said happily, “You work insane hours. I want you to be able to walk away with no need to look back.”
Jane Marie thought about her job as a nurse, about her patients and how they looked forward to seeing her. She did too. She tried to compare it to her husband’s happiness, but nothing compared. His happiness was all she wanted.
She turned back to the buildings asking, “Which one?”
“The tallest,” he said with a grin, “The building with the point on top, just about where the cluster of lights are there,” he pointed toward the top of the World Trade Center.
“Magical,” she stated, “The very best one. Majestic, regal, magical… like us, miraculous” she said dreamily.
Marcus adored the fantasies his wife could weave from nothing. Grinning wickedly, he stated as he lifted her into his arms, “I’m going to ravage you magically, majestically, and regally! Come woman,”
Then, in an entirely affectionate tone, he said, “Come, my wife. Let us love like there is no tomorrow.”
Jane Marie laid her head on his shoulder, snuggling closer to him, sighing “Yes.”