“But the project did go through,” Ralph said.
“Oh yes,” she cried. “Those foolish people were definitely in the minority themselves. It finally was accomplished in the good old New England tradition of a town meeting. The few ignorant objectors were laughed and hooted right out of the meeting, too.” She smiled at the memory.
“But to get back to Dad,” she continued. “After he had finished designing the houses for the project, he was swamped with orders. And eager as he was to fill them, he was very intelligent. He insisted on very regular checkups with Dr. Daley, our internist at the clinic. But everything went just fine. He seemed to get better all the time. So now he’s opened his own office, and he’s busy all the time.”
“That’s marvelous,” Ralph said. “I can’t remember ever seeing your father look so well.”
Jean smiled tenderly. “I guess that about brings you up to date.”
Ralph put his arm around her. “Good,” he said. “Now, let’s talk about us. Seems to me I hear wedding bells in my head. How about you?”
Jean giggled. “My, what a tender proposal!” she teased.
Ralph drew back in mock horror. “But I’ve already proposed!” he protested. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten?”
Jean laughed. “As if I ever could forget,” she admitted frankly.
“But I think we ought to set a date.”