Clara had such a smile it could wake up the world with its beauty. Especially when she told him, “I love you, Dan.”
Dan had dated a lot of girls. Clara was the first he thought he might want to spend the rest of his life with. Clara and Dan started dating on a blind date. Dan had told his friend, Jill, “Blind dates are the worst.”
To show Jill how wrong she was, he gave in. He saw Clara, then his heart went wow. Jill had been right.
Jill had dated a lot of guys. Most of them were duds. She too resisted Jill’s offer of a blind date. Then she saw Dan. The smile appeared on her face.
Dan wasn’t the handsome sort. Kinda skinny with a small nose and the curly hair. He wasn’t what Clara would have thought as Mr. Wonderful.
Clara’s face wasn’t that of a raving beauty. It was kind of plain. But then there were those dimples that came with the smile. And, oh, she warmed Dan’s heart.
That first night they gave each other their life stories and threw in some ancestral heritage to stir the pot. First they did dinner, then walked and walked and walked the city streets, then it started to rain. There under a bridge, Dan kissed Clara and Clara kissed Dan.
Clara was the first to speak. “I never.”
“I never either,” Dan said, just as surprised as Clara. “Could this be?”
“I believe so.”
Of all the nights in his life, this was to be the one Dan remembered the most. The same for Clara.
“What will we tell Jill?” Clara asked, smiling that smile, cradled in Dan’s arms.
Dan’s hand stroked Clara’s hair. “She’ll never let us forget how right she was.”
They laughed. Then they kissed one of those long slow kisses that make time stop. When the kiss was over, Dan asked, “What do you want to do with the rest of your life?”
“Spend it with you,” Clara said.
It wasn’t a big wedding. Quite small with a few friends. Jill got to be the Best Man. That was only right.
Dan and Clara went off on their honeymoon. They went to Spain. As they listened to the gypsies play the flamenco, Dan asked his beloved, “Let’s not go back home?”
Dan wrote an article for National Geographic. Clara drew the pictures. They dropped them into the post and off the package went to the magazine’s offices. A week later, as they left their room in the hotel, a hotel employee hurried up to them. “You have a phone call,” he said.
It was the editor of National Geographic with an offer they could not refuse. She wanted to buy their story, and she wanted more. The magazine would pay them to roam the world, tell their stories, and draw them. It was perfect for Clara and Dan.
Their dream life. They hadn’t talked about it but they thought about it.
Dan called his brother. “Sell the house. Sell everything,” he said.
Then they hit the road. To Toledo, then to Barcelona, then on to Nice. It was in Nice that Clara found out she was pregnant.
“We’ll take a break,” Dan said. “We’ll be Scott Fitzgerald and Zelda.”
“Oh, no. Not those two. We’re not going to drown our joy in booze.”
Then all the happiness came tumbling down on them. Clara had a miscarriage. Clara cried for a week, and so did Dan. Suddenly their smiles disappeared. Finally, Dan asked, “What are we going to do?”
“We’re going to go on,” Clara said, not sure what she meant but knowing that was the only answer there was.
Holding hands, they looked out from the balcony at the sea. They both knew that the paradise was over. It was time to pay the piper. They also knew that, no matter what, they would pay the big fellow together. It did not bring back the smiles but, at least, it gave them hope as they watched the sunrise over the sea.