E.S. being sort of nominally kind of Christian (though his parents aren’t), and I having grown up with a Christian mother, we decided to have a Christmas tree this year.
I think that’s all the backstory necessary to understand this conversation, which took place Sunday night.
E.S. (entering the house): I bought more ornaments for the tree!
FAUSTUS (from the next room): We already have too many ornaments for the tree.
E.S.: Yes, but these were so fabulous I couldn’t help myself. Come and take a look at them.
FAUSTUS: But I want to take a nap.
E.D.: Too bad. You have to come and look at ornaments.
FAUSTUS (grumpily): Fine. (He goes into the other room and unwraps an ornament from the protective paper in which it has been wrapped.) Ooh, you’re right, that’s gorgeous. (He unwraps another.) I hate this one and if it touches our tree I am breaking up with you. (He unwraps another.) That’s totally cute. (He unwraps another.) Fabulous. You’re not doing too badly here. (He reaches for the last ornament.)
E.S.: This is the best one of them all.
(Faustus unwraps the last ornament to find a small box. He opens the box and is perplexed. The thing inside is not big enough to be an ornament. It looks not like an ornament but like a ring sort of thing.)
(Faustus turns to E.S. for clarification only to see that E.S. has dropped to one knee.)
E.S.: Faustus, will you marry me?
To be continued.
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