I was at Walls' house in Portsmouth. Walls had a Spanish-speaking female relative from a Latin American country who was visiting him. She seemed to be in her late 20s and I had gone to Walls' house several times to visit her. I liked her. When I had come to the house on this day, her aunt and mother were here and they had decided she was going to be married to someone. I stayed for a while and listened to them. Apparently the fellow whom she was supposed to marry was supposed to be here today. But he hadn't even proposed to her yet. They thought he was going to propose today.

She was dressed up nice. They were running around and talking about how the fellow was supposed to propose. I listened to them. But the fellow never showed up. The woman was in the other room and she became quite upset about something. And I decided I was going to ask her to marry me. I pulled her close to me and said, "Would you like to get married?"

She said, "Is that all you're going to say?"

I responded, "Will you marry me?"

She said, "Yes, I will. And I will show up at the wedding, too."

I was as happy as I could be. I hugged her tightly and even tried to crack her back. She was just as happy as I was. She said, "I always wanted a bilingual marriage with the ceremony in both languages. Now I can have one."

I thought, "Yea. That'd be fine."

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