"I sure can. Would you like to take a look at the cabin?" In the glow reflected from the neon signs, I could see him blushing.
"Naw, naw, it'll be all right."
He climbed out of the car, and if he hadn't been in such a fog of bliss and confusion, would probably have wondered why I backed away from his presence as though he were royalty. I preceded him, backward, into the office, and ducked behind the desk.
When the young pair had gone to their cabin, I changed my dress. Going out to turn off the hose, I saw the groom driving away, and the bride standing in the doorway waving to him rather mournfully.
"Just one, now, remember," she called after him.
It was almost midnight when there came a timid tapping at our door. Grant, who had just returned from the motel owners' meeting, was in the bathroom getting ready for bed. I pulled my robe over my pajamas and went to the door. It was the bride.
"My husband hasn't come back," she said hesitantly. "He went out for a drink, to celebrate. I don't drink so I stayed home. I--I guess maybe he had more drinks than he should have. We--we just got married, this morning. I was just wondering--you haven't seen him anywhere around, have you?"
I assured the tall, pretty girl that I hadn't seen her husband. Her soft brown eyes filled with tears.
"He always drinks a little too much and then he can't find his way around very well. I know that's what happened tonight--he had too many drinks, and then he couldn't find his way back to me!"
The girl still stood there. "I wonder ..." she said uncertainly.