Ray noted the speed of it and found he didn’t mind. Then one evening Diane called and said she wanted to talk. She came over the following Saturday. Sat across from Ray at the kitchen table with her hands wrapped around a coffee mug and told him, with the directness she applied to everything, that she and Samuel were getting married.
Ray set down his own mug. “How long have you been together?” Diane looked annoyed already, “Seven months.” Ray sighed, “That’s not very long, Diane.” She replied with a quick, “It’s long enough.” He chose his next words carefully. “I just think it might be worth taking a bit more time. Getting to know each other properly before —”