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It was Alexander who opened the door. Mama is on the phone, he said flatly , and went back to watching TV.
It’s pizza night, macon told him.
I’m allergic to pizza.
You can’t be allergic to all of it.
Well, I am.
Muriel had him that Alexander was allergic to milk, fruit, eggs, and most vegetables; also to dust and paint , and possibly to air.
He had breathing problems, and suffered from skin complaints and nosebleeds.
He was always having to have injections for one thing or another.
Macon went on into the kitchen.
Muriel stood with her back to him, talking on the phone with her mother.
He could tell it was her mother because of Muriel’s high, sad, complaining voice.
‘Aren’t you going to ask how Alexander is?’ I ask after your health, Ma, why don’t you ask about ours?
He presented himself in front of her, holding out the pizza.
She looked up at him, and gave that quick, bright smile of hers-a cheerful V in her pointed little face.
Ma, she said. I’m going now! Macon’s here!
It had been a long, long time since anyone had made such an event of his arrival.
He went to Julian’s office on a Monday afternoon and handed over the work he’d done on the U.S. guidebook.
That’s the Northeast done, he said.
I guess next I’ll start on the South.
Good, Julian said.
He was looking through a drawer in his desk. Excellent. Like to show you something, Macon.
He gave Macon a tiny blue box. Your sister’s Christmas present, he said.
Macon raised the lid. Inside , on a bed of white silk, was a diamond ring.
He looked at Julian.
What is it? He asked.
What is it? It’s an engagement ring, Macon.
Engagement?
I want to marry her.
You want to marry Rose?
What’s so odd about that?
Well, I-‘ Macon said.
I’ll ask her at Christmas, when I give her the ring. I want to do this properly. Do you think she’ll have me?
Well, I really couldn’t say. Unfortunately, Macon was sure she would, but he didn’t see why he should tell Julian that.
She’s got to, Julian said. I’m thirty-six year old, Macon, but I tell you, I feel like a schoolboy about that woman.
She’s everything that most modern girls are not. She’s so… true. I want to do everything right. What do you think of the ring?
It’s okay. Macon looked down at it. Then he said, It’s very nice, Julian, and he closed the box gently and handed it back.
โบIt was Alexander who opened the door. Mama is on the phone, he said flatly , and went back to watching TV.It’s pizza night, macon told him.I’m allergic to pizza.You can’t be allergic to all of it.Well, I am. Muriel had him that Alexander was allergic to milk, fruit, eggs, and most vegetables; also to dust and paint , and possibly to air.He had breathing problems, and suffered from skin complaints and nosebleeds.He was always having to have injections for one thing or another.Macon went on into the kitchen. Muriel stood with her back to him, talking on the phone with her mother.He could tell it was her mother because of Muriel’s high, sad, complaining voice.‘Aren’t you going to ask how Alexander is?’ I ask after your health, Ma, why don’t you ask about ours?He presented himself in front of her, holding out the pizza.She looked up at him, and gave that quick, bright smile of hers-a cheerful V in her pointed little face. Ma, she said. I’m going now! Macon’s here! It had been a long, long time since anyone had made such an event of his arrival. He went to Julian’s office on a Monday afternoon and handed over the work he’d done on the U.S. guidebook.That’s the Northeast done, he said. I guess next I’ll start on the South. Good, Julian said. He was looking through a drawer in his desk. Excellent. Like to show you something, Macon.He gave Macon a tiny blue box. Your sister’s Christmas present, he said.
Macon raised the lid. Inside , on a bed of white silk, was a diamond ring.
He looked at Julian.
What is it? He asked.
What is it? It’s an engagement ring, Macon.
Engagement?
I want to marry her.
You want to marry Rose?
What’s so odd about that?
Well, I-‘ Macon said.
I’ll ask her at Christmas, when I give her the ring. I want to do this properly. Do you think she’ll have me?
Well, I really couldn’t say. Unfortunately, Macon was sure she would, but he didn’t see why he should tell Julian that.
She’s got to, Julian said. I’m thirty-six year old, Macon, but I tell you, I feel like a schoolboy about that woman.
She’s everything that most modern girls are not. She’s so… true. I want to do everything right. What do you think of the ring?
It’s okay. Macon looked down at it. Then he said, It’s very nice, Julian, and he closed the box gently and handed it back.
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