"Books? At a time like this?" He snaps my book shut. "I was reading that," I complain. "I know," he remarks. "I do believe that we have a lot to discuss." "Oh yeah?" I question. "Name one thing that we need to discuss." "Okay," he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a box. A tear drips down my face as that boy gets on his knee. "What do ya say? Will you be my bride?" A million words could not express my answer to his question. Only one will works at this time. "Yes," I squeal.