Merry

Mary likes tea. She'd like it if you did like her. Mary's got lucky; she was looking for the keys to unlock your handcuffs, when a leak in the system dropped'em on the lake, and the salt inside managed to made the lack of it. Mary was like out of her. She finally had her link to happiness. There were no more looking back nor regrets. She was tasting the liquor of dizzing feelings, hoppin' there was more than licking to it. She'd never expected love like that. And actually, she is still declining the idea, but sometimes climbing again a little. She had no idea what there was to it. To marry was the least likely thing on her mind. Now she told me she was planning a wedding, but of a friend of her and a woman called Tea, that was how much they loved each other. Clark, her friend, promised in return, they will made her their best woman at the ceremony. And she was going to be an aunt, the more spoiling one, just when she was facing 23. Aunt Mary: she liked how it sounded. She said she is Sister of three brothers and Daughter of thirty-some years older dad and mom. She once was a student, then learned how to teach some things she after would forget. She was (and is) also a friend, a sister-in-law, niece, cousin and a grand-daughter too. But that she would never forgive herself if she didn't tell you she liked tea. Because she does. And so much.