Georgia ( part 3)
July 18, 2008
It was not long before they had their daughter on the phone.
The woman disappeared into the kitchen. The man made me a second cup of coffee, and insisted I stay on at least long enough to meet his daughter. She was to be there shortly and very much wanted to meet me.
The old woman returned from the kitchen, she was peeling an egg and she began to list the virtues of her eldest daughter.
She is as beautiful and rare as an orchid… but also smart, she had finished her schooling and had been accepted into the university… good with children… She could easily run a house with twelve servants… but knows the value of hard work and saving money.
I told them that I was sure their daughter was a rare beauty indeed, but that I had to be careful as I was already engaged to a lovely Irish girl and that there was nothing to be done, as I was in love, and that love was not a choice so much as a condition and in my case I believed that although I may live a long time yet, the condition was terminal.
The man laughed and assured me that that was not the case at all. He insisted that love was neither a choice or a condition but the result of a biological trick played on human beings so as to completely distort the undesirable aspects of the opposite sex.
His wife nodded in agreement.
