the back hallway and successfully slip
her both the ring and my cellphone
(for 2017). She smiles
and lowers her voice. ran through
this she says, it would be
better if you would come around the
front of the table when you got down
on one Wow, prepared.
like having Bill Belichick as my
personal proposal coach.
Our main course is a classic Creole baby drum with
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a deep, rich topped
with ubiquitous blue crab
meat. We order the warm pecan pie
for dessert, but it will never arrive.
JoAnn says as she sets
down the custom-baked king cake
for two, something special
for eyes widen as she
spots the ring peeking through the
top of the cake. I use the diversion
to get up and go around the table to
take a knee. She says yes.
THE REST OF OUR night is cast in a
glow that flickers like the gaslights of
the mansions on St. Charles Avenue.
We are buffeted out of the dining
room by applause and well-wishers,
a nd JoA eyes in le as we
thank her profusely. After walking a
couple of blocks under a corridor of
live oaks draped with Spanish moss,
we catch the streetcar back downtown to our hotel and split a bottle
of champagne. The next morning, we