“Somehow, everything seems so complete,” Jean said. “Look at Father and Mother over there. You’d think this was their wedding party instead of ours.”
Ralph glanced over and smiled. Mr. and Mrs. Craig were lost in each other. Ralph was suddenly struck by a happy thought. Much as the Craigs loved their family, they had had no time for just each other in many, many years. As their children were growing older and preparing to leave home, Mr. and Mrs. Craig seemed to be looking forward eagerly to the day when they could have each other for themselves, alone.
“They’re a handsome couple,” Ralph said. “One reason I picked you, of course. A look at your mother convinced me I’d have a beautiful wife forever.”
“You’re an idiot!” Jean cried as the music came to an end.
“Not at all. That’s very important,” Ralph teased. “Come on, let’s get some punch.”
Eileen and Dr. Benson were at the punch bowl. Jean grinned at them and introduced Gerald to Ralph.
The red-haired doctor studied Ralph for a moment. “So you’re the man our patient Griselda waited for. I’m glad to meet you, MacRae.” He held out his hand.
Ralph grabbed it and shook it warmly. “It’s a pleasure,” he said. “I’ve heard all about you.”
Gerald reddened. “You are a forgiving man, then.”
Ralph slipped an arm around Jean. “She wrote me all about how you drilled her so well before her exams.”