She used to call me again and again till late hours. And I too used to talk to her as I too didn’t had anything to do at home.We used to talk about ...office and our public life but to a very decent level only. For a few days I was noticing some changes in her voice after a few minutes of talking to her. But I ignored her. Slowly and slowly we became a bit more frank.As she was the only second girl to whom I was frank, she wondered that I didn’t know so many things about girls and their emotions. Not one more, not one less, neither different from the other, though you will not be treated the same."I understand that you are individuals, but you are as one my wife, two parts of a whole. My loves, I thought it would never be possible for me to be this happy, to deserve such love or devotion from you. I promise you that I will do my utmost to honor you, as one and as two."Both women were weeping quietly. They weren't sad tears.I waited a minute just savoring the moment. Then I related to. "Rebecka Marie Anderra, I love you more than I ever dreamed it was possible to love, and it would mean the world to me if you would agree to spend the rest of your life by my side, as I hope to spend mine beside you." I paused, just long enough to lock my eyes with hers and wait until I knew she had to be seeing straight through into my soul. "Will you marry me?"She had the good grace to at least let me finish my question before launching herself into my arms and screaming yes. I had to let her. Marguerite trembled nervously, unaccustomed to being the focus of so much attention. Jean held onto her arm and guided her forward confidently, proud to be married to the most beautiful woman there.A man separated himself from the crowd and approached Jean and his wife. Jean immediately recognized his host and smiled, extending his hand in a warm greeting.“Jean!” The man said, nearly shouting, “Welcome to my home!” He embraced Jean, then turned to his wife exuberantly. “And you must be.