Only Three Weeks

Damon

Damon chuckled. "I'm thirty-one, and I'm right where I want to be."

"That so?" Charles lifted his eyebrow and leaned back in his chair. "You ever had grits with milk and butter in them?"

"I'm happy. I guess I could be a little more content, but happy will work for now. She's a graduate from UT herself. She's studying to be an accountant and just recently started her master’s, and yes, my mother used to make grits just the way you've described. They're shit any other way."

Charles slapped the table and sat up. "Finally. I swear! All these northerners with their watery grits and scones. Why in the world would you want to mess up a perfectly good biscuit?"

"No clue." Damon moved back as the food was delivered.

"Tell me more about the girl. How long have you been together?"

"Three weeks, but she's the one. I have no doubt." He said a quick prayer over his food and worked to cut his eggs as the image of Bethany on her knees in the living room washed over him.

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