This is the third part in a series, so if you have not already done so, you might want to read Part I and Part II before continuing.
1964
By the time I got home, Robbie had the radio set up in the living room and had it tuned to a local channel.
“Perfect timing,” he said. I barely had time to set down the groceries before he grabbed me and started spinning me around the house.
Fortunately, we hadn’t finished moving our furniture in, which left us plenty of room to spin and hop and shimmy.
I laughed as he spun me around the living room, then slowed as “My Guy” started to play.
“Oh, I love this song,” I moaned.
“Of course you do,” Robbie said with a smile. “How could anyone take you away from me?”
“They can’t,” I said, and kissed him in a way I hoped would prove my sincerity.
We danced through to the end of the song. Then we pulled apart reluctantly as “Under the Boardwalk” started to play.
I liked that song, too, but it was harder to dance to. I hummed along as I unpacked our groceries.
“Did you bring home a feast?”
“We have nothing in the kitchen, so I grabbed everything I could carry that we’ll need for today. The woman at the deli said she’d pack up some essentials and send them over.”
“That was nice of her.”
“Wasn’t it? Oh, and I opened an account with her, so we can just pay our bill at the end of the month.”
“That’s perfect. I’ll have gotten my first paycheck by then.”
“That’s what I figured. Oh, we’re going to be so happy here!”
“Baby, I’d be happy anywhere you are.”
“I know, but we’ll be extra happy here.”
He chuckled as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close, then gave me a gentle squeeze before letting me go and making himself a sandwich.
To be continued…