1. Max and Rosie Pt. 1


    Date: 10/19/2017, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Sisyphus, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    remember, trying to form the words, but they wouldn’t come through her pursed lips. “That’s a dove.” “Dove, yes, that’s it, a dove.” Her eyes widened as she nodded. A small smile formed on her lips then became a laugh. Her smile still warmed his heart and her eyes still had that twinkle. “Drink your tea before it gets too cold, dear,” he said, straightening the shawl on her shoulder. “Oh, yes, the tea, thank you.” She looked down at her mug then smiled at Max. “You take such good care of me,” she said, reaching for his hand, which he took and gently kissed her fingers. They looked at each other and smiled. She picked up a piece of toast and took a bite, leaving a speck of raspberry jam on her lower lip. Max took a paper napkin from the holder on the table and reached over to wipe the speck away. “Oh, thank you, dear,” she said. “This jam is so delicious. What kind is it?” “Raspberry, it’s your favorite.” “Raspberry, yes, raspberry, my favorite.” Max looked at his wife as she took another bite of toast. She seemed so fragile in the late afternoon sunlight, but he loved how the sun made her hair look silver, and how it felt like his heart was melting when he saw how beautiful she looked sipping her tea. He thought back to the first time they went for coffee after the Chaucer class. It was a month or so into the course before Max had the nerve and opportunity to ask her because ordinarily, as soon as the lecture was over, Rosie closed her notebook, picked up the heavy Complete ...
    Chaucer textbook, and rushed out of the class, usually nodding goodbye to him. Finally, he had the nerve to ask her if she'd like to have a cup of coffee with him and so, sitting over coffee at the Coffee Nook Cafe, they had their first conversation. Max learned she was from Philadelphia, was top in her class at Girls’ High and had won a full scholarship. This was the only way she could have ever attended Radcliffe since her father was a tailor for a dress manufacturer, her mother a part-time librarian. She loved acting and had performed in a number of plays in college and was part of The Abbey Players, an amateur theater company. Max was dazzled by the way she suddenly started reciting the lines of the nurse in Romeo and Juliet, how she became transformed before his eyes as she became the character. Their conversation flowed from topic to topic, an endless number of stories from their lives, their thoughts on everything. She made him laugh by mimicking different people when she told stories, and he marveled at how animated, alive and funny she was. After sitting there for three and half hours, he was more certain then ever that what he’d sensed when he first saw her walk into the class and sit next to him, was correct. Rosie was an amazing person and he was completely captivated by her. “Oh, aren’t those flowers beautiful?” she asked, looking out the window at the daffodils and tulips she’d planted over the years. “What kind are they? It’s on the tip of my tongue,” she added, ...
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