Marriage Material
Marriage Materia By Cal Y. Pygia A full moon hung in the star-studded sky, and a faint breeze stirred the palms outside the restaurant. Ted had asked Marilyn to join him for dinner at Boca del Senorita, or "Girl's Mouth". They sat at a small table on the balcony, beneath a large umbrella, enjoying the sound and the scent of the sea and the glimmer of moonlight upon the otherwise dark and rolling waves. They'd ordered wine and shrimp. Marilyn hadn't stopped smiling since he'd...