Pianos, Broken Hearts and Voice Mail
The big news
today is the shocking and unexpected dissolution of my Brother’s engagement. So
shocking, no one thought to tell me for six weeks. Well now I know and am
doubly surprised; doubly surprised because I couldn’t get my head around where
the proposal came from in the first place. Just as I’ve got used to the idea of
having a groom-to-be brother he ditches the Bride-to-be, making her a crazy
Voice-Mail stalker. I tried to squeeze every morsel of juicy gossip from my
sister, nieces and nephew but in the end I failed to understand how this near-betrothal
came to be at all. My Brother is not obviously the marrying type; he isn’t
suited to being in the company of others; any others.
Now he has
dodged the pump-action-confetti gun and made it safely back to singles-ville I
am no wiser why he took his little jaunt. I am however hearing slightly sad
stories of how Bride-not-not-be is playing the Piano down the phone to his
Voice Mail in some slightly creepy attempt to convey the sadness in her soul.
As always with these things there are details that cannot be repeated and
shouldn’t be. I am surprised: Yes. But more than that I am sad that this couple
who thought they’d found happiness together ultimately hadn’t and have broken
each other’s hearts.
For my
Brother this surprising act of social normality is at least a step in the right
direction. Maybe there will be more surprises coming. I can hope, for his sake.
Playing the piano down the phone... I wish I'd thought of that!
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