Ezzie The Next Generation Pt. 08

I can't believe it, I can't talk. Uncle speaks up. "John, this is her Uncle. I want to congratulate you. You have done the impossible. You have rendered Mary speechless."

"HEY!" I say.

You can hear John laughing. "There she goes," John says.

"Yes. Yes. Yes. Thank you so much," I say.

"There is one limit though: the private jet can only hold 12," John tells me, "You get back to me with the 12 names, and how many rooms you need, and we will make it all happen."

I am crying again. "Thank you, John."

He can hear my voice crack. "No, Thank You, Mary, for doing what you are doing. Talk to you soon," He says and hangs up.

I scream in the car, and Uncle laughs at me. Once I am done screaming, Uncle looks at me.

"Are you going to call Auntie?"

"Can we tell her when we get home? I want to tell her in person?" I say.

"Absolutely!" says Uncle, "Then we will go out to dinner to celebrate."

"Can I invite Liz? I kind of wrecked our prom leaving early last night," I say.

He squeezes my hand. "You like her a lot don't you," he asks.

I can feel myself getting embarrassed. I just nod yes.

"I am glad you found someone you like," he says, pulls my hand up, and kisses the back of it. "Give her a call."