The movie was now of little interest – Friday Fiction

On Saturday night they’d talked about seeing The Lost Weekend but the
movie was now of little interest, so they passed it by and went for a ride in
Benjamin’s shined-up car. There had been little conversation in the noisy
ballroom, but once they were alone together Delia bubbled over with things
to say. Benjamin listened eagerly and could taste the sweetness of her as
surely as he could taste the sweetness in a stalk of sugar cane. When she
brought her hand across to touch his arm, he wished the night would never
end. Perhaps it was the sound of her laughter, perhaps the warmth that
came from her eyes; he couldn’t explain the reason, but when her hand
touched him he could feel her pulse pounding in his heart.

The movie was now of little interest – Friday Fiction

“You remind me of my mama,” he said.

“Your mama?” Delia laughed like it was the funniest thing she’d ever
heard. “What kind of sweet talk is that, telling a girl she reminds you of
your mama?”

Benjamin glanced across with a shy grin. “I’m meaning it in a nice
way. My mama was the prettiest woman I’d ever laid eyes on…until now.”

“Go on,” Delia said with a giggle. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”

“No,” Benjamin answered, his voice serious as the day was long. “I
ain’t never said it to nobody before.”

The funny thing was he meant it. Delia had the kind of warmth he
remembered from his boyhood days. Although he had known her for just a
few short hours he could already picture her standing in the kitchen, stirring
a pot of soup or pouring coffee into his blue mug. It wasn’t just the warmth
of her eyes or the fact that she had a mouth curled into the most kissable
smile he’d ever seen. It was because when he looked at Delia he could see
the future.

They drove to the edge of town then stopped at a roadside stand,
bought two bottles of icy cold cola, and sat in the grass talking. The sky
grew dark and filled with stars, but it was the warmth of Delia’s eyes that
lit a fire in Benjamin’s heart.

She was in the middle of telling about how they’d moved from Ohio
because her Daddy took on the job of shepherding the flock at New Unity
Church when Benjamin blurted out, “I’ve done decided you’re the girl I’m
gonna marry!”

Delia laughed. “Marry? A wife ain’t like an apple you pick off a tree. A
fella’s got to court a girl and make her start liking him. Then maybe he can
ask if she’s willing to marry.”

“I know that,” Benjamin answered. “And I’m gonna ask proper, when
the time’s right. But ’til then I thought you ought to know how I’m feeling
about you.”

Delia smiled and gave a funny little shrug. It was neither an agreement
nor disagreement. “I suppose you can feel however you
want to feel. But I ain’t about to marry somebody I don’t know a thing
about.”

“We got time,” he said. “We got plenty a’ time to get to know one
another.” He gave her a knowing wink, then began telling her about the
farm in Grinder’s Corner.

“Grinder’s Corner?” she said. “Where’s that?”

“About twelve miles east of here. It’s a little town…” Benjamin
stopped there because there wasn’t much to tell. Grinder’s Corner was not
really a town; it was nothing more than a wide spot in the road surrounded
by a bunch of farms owned by Sylvester Crane. It was a poor comparison
to Twin Pines, a town with three restaurants, a movie house, and a
Brotherhood Hall that could hold hundreds of partiers.

“Twelve miles ain’t all that far,” Delia said, “but I still ain’t gonna
marry you ’til I get to liking you.”
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About the author

Bette Lee Crosby

USA Today Bestselling and Award-winning novelist Bette Lee Crosby's books are "Well-crafted storytelling populated by memorable characters caught up in equally memorable circumstances." - Midwest Book Review The Seattle Post Intelligencer says Crosby's writing is, "A quirky mix of Southern flair, serious thoughts about important things in life and madcap adventures." Samantha from Reader's Favorite raves, "Crosby writes the type of book you can't stop thinking about long after you put it down." "Storytelling is in my blood," Crosby laughingly admits, "My mom was not a writer, but she was a captivating storyteller, so I find myself using bits and pieces of her voice in most everything I write." It is the wit and wisdom of that Southern Mama Crosby brings to her works of fiction; the result is a delightful blend of humor, mystery and romance along with a cast of quirky charters who will steal your heart away. Her work was first recognized in 2006 when she received The National League of American Pen Women Award for a then unpublished manuscript. She has since gone on to win nineteen awards for her work; these include: TheRoyal Palm Literary Award, the FPA President's Book Award Gold Medal, Reader's Favorite Award Gold Medal, and the Reviewer's Choice Award.

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