Emerald Isle 2025

I am far from what I consider being a world traveler. But I have had – or I should say, I have taken or made – the opportunity to do some traveling abroad. All within the last 8 years. I can now destination-drop a few places making me sound much more cultured and snobbish. Until some follow-up questions inevitably come my travel resume is starting to look a bit more impressive. And I love it! My most recent trip was a week long group excursion to one of my ancestral homes: Ireland.

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First Kiss

Chapter V – First Kiss 2.0

            While Gus changed from his work clothes and got ready for bed, Kristina worked quickly to get what she needed for her plan.  It wasn’t that elaborate.  All she needed was a paper bag and a black marker.

            When he finished getting ready, he walked out to the living room to join her.  He was looking at his phone’s screen and sat down on the couch next to her.  “Sleepy punch?” He questioned teasingly.

            “That’s all she needs to know right now.”

            He looked at her.  “At some point, she’s going to figure out the truth.”

            Kristina thought about it and nodded.  “I know.  I’ll tell her the truth some day.  When she’s about 50.  Or maybe she can read about it in my journal when I’m dead.”

            “You don’t keep a journal,” he said.

            “Guess she’ll never hear it from me then,” Kristina replied.

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First Kiss

Chapter IV – Dad’s First Kiss

Gus made himself as comfortable as he could be on the small bed and stretched his arm above Ginny’s head on the headboard. “Before I tell you about my first kiss with your mom, I have to start at the beginning.   And that all starts with your grandma.”

            Ginny cocked an eyebrow and looked at her dad.  “What?”

            “I owe all this,” Gus waved his arm around the room, “to your grandma.”

            Kristina snorted and then caught herself.  By doing so, she knocked her balance off and she rolled off the ball.  She sat back on it.  “Sorry, I just find that kind of funny.”  She looked at her daughter.  “For no apparent reason.”

            Gus winked at her.  “As I was saying, there wouldn’t be a first kiss and there certainly wouldn’t be a Ginny without your grandma.”

            Kristina shook her head and rubbed her forehead. 

            “You see,” Gus continued, “you can already tell my story is going to be good.”  Ginny smiled at him oblivious to her mom’s reactions.

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