Maude here with the continuing story of Joely Dobbins and her quest to start a family. Last we left Joely, she had fallen in love with Mt. Geneva’s resident playboy, Nick, and he seemed to requite the sentiment!
Women all over town were swooning over the dashing young man, and yet he seemed content to spend his evenings at Joely’s house, playing and flirting into the wee hours. Even I got tired of them pawing at each other, and ghosts don’t get tired, my dears! But Joely was determined, and it paid off handsomely. One night after an enthusiastic foray into what the kids call “making out”, Joely got down on one knee and proposed to Nick!
Now, I know that’s not the traditional way of doing things, but I have to admit, I found it rather touching. Nick seemed to think so, too, because he accepted! My goodness, I was so surprised I nearly died a second time. Who knew the town tomcat would agree to settle down and marry?
It was a joyous occasion for both Nick and Joely. To celebrate, they…well, polite ghosts rarely speak of such things. Let’s just say there were some fireworks involved, and did I hear some meowing? Or was it barking? I wasn’t really paying attention, as I was inspecting a nearby shrub, a lovely flowering specimen…ahem. Where was I?
Afterwards, Nick and Joely sat in their undergarments and discussed their future plans. Nick agreed to move in and get a good job (he had been living off of his roomates for months). Joely was excited. Ever since moving to Mt. Geneva, her fondest wish had been to start a family, and now it was finally coming true.
They had a small wedding ceremony right in Joely’s backyard. Nick’s best friends Lenny and Cliff looked on as the two lovebirds made their vows (vows which included promises of fidelity, I might add)…
I was there, too, of course, though nobody saw me. I even shed a tear, because even though I’m dead, I’m still quite sentimental, you know! At the same time, though, I whispered to myself, “I give them five years, tops.”
Lenny toasted the happy couple and everyone celebrated for the rest of the night, feasting on simple home-cooked food like hamburgers and dancing to the latest salsa music. It was, all in all, a lovely occasion.
A happy ending, so it would seem. But happy endings are a dime a dozen and not very interesting in the long run. As much as I like to see people contented and carefree, and I also crave a little drama now and then, don’t you? Stay tuned, then, for our next installment of Greeings from Mt. Geneva! This is your spectral scribe, Maude Berthiaume, signing out. Ta-ta!