We all have them. The ones we keep and the ones that are kept from us...
Wind the clock back to when the Baudelaires were at boarding school. They meet their friends the Quagmires, but what if they met someone else too. Someone who was skilled and h...
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But his face never left my mind. I thought about him quite a lot and I would look for him in the crowds at performances. I often swore that I could see him in the same seat every night, but some of my fellow musicians convinced me that I was merely love-struck and imagining things.
It wasn't until your father's sister, your aunt, came to one of my performances with her date, a man with one eyebrow instead of two, and she told me to ask her brother out already because he was wasting his money on tickets to the symphony every night. I knew then that it really was him out in the crowd every night and he was always the first to stand for an ovation.
Odd as it may be for the time, I heeded his sister's words and decided to pursue your father. I found his hotel and serenaded him with the song I know he loved the most. It was one he would smile the brightest whenever it was performed. He came to the window in his pyjamas and asked if music was the food of love, then I should play on, quoting one of my favourite plays. He then invited me in for a cup of tea, where he insisted that I imbibe my drink without any sugar, something that I cannot stand to do even today. If you can ever remember our silly little arguments in the kitchen over where the sugar bowl was, now you know the reason. Even though we disputed our preference for condiments in our drinks, your father knew that night that I would be his wife.
Our lives after this encounter were like the push and pull of the waves under the rising sun; our first date was not until a year after I had serenaded him. We were both involved in treacherous work and our paths rarely crossed during that time. It was not until we were sent on a mission together and after a long battle on a cruise ship on the Panama Canal that involved a grappling hook and a diamond-encrusted baton, we were able to sit on the back of the ocean liner and get to know one another. We toasted crystal glasses of wine with our feet hovering just above the water. While it was certainly not how I envisioned our first date or our first "courtship" as your father would often put it, it was a night worth remembering. We shared our first kiss under the starlit sky and it was then that I realized that we'd be together for as long as we both lived.
I use this word instead of "forever" because I knew the dangers, we faced every day and I decided long ago to never use the word for anything. The risks we took and the views that divided us all would certainly not mean forever.
Our following "courtships" were filled with adventures of rock climbing, lion taming, eagle training, cliff diving, spelunking, and cooking (an adventure we still endure to this day as your father cannot cook to save his life). It was one of the happiest times of my life and when your father presented me with a ring as we sat on a raft adrift along the Nile River, I was over the moon. When he proposed to me, he quoted his favourite author, Jack London with the words "And who knows what Romance, what Adventure, what Love, is lurking around the next turn of the road, ready to leap out on us if we'll only travel that far?" We sealed our vow a year later with family and associates alike but done secretly at the Orion Observatory. Again, we brought the stars into our lives, the very thing that fades during the sunrise.
