“Here we stop. On the threshold of wedding nights stands an angel smiling, a finger to his lips.”
“We stand on the threshold of a twilight-whether morning or evening we do not know. One is followed by the night, the other heralds the dawn.”
“This is embarrassing,” Mr. Haffey informed me. I winked at him. “What, Mrs. Haffey never carried you over the threshold on your wedding night?”
“Stop smiling. Every time you smile, an angel dies.”
“Good-night, my-" He stopped, bit his lip, and abruptly left me.”
“sempre. she asked.Cracking a smile, he brushed his pointer finger softly across her lips. “Always and forever.”