A Tale for the Modern Attention Span
“No, you’re incorrect. Whom is definitely the right pronoun in this instance.”
Viveka Bolt was puzzled for a second. “No, no. I said Hugh, not who.”
“Oh yes, of course. Hugh’s your boyfriend, isn’t he?”
“My fiancé, actually” she said.
“He’s already asked you to marry him?”
“Uh, yes,” Viveka answered, choosing not to tell Steel that she was the one who’d done the proposing.
“I see. And you feel this is a good idea?”
“You haven’t known him for very long.”
“True, but look how much I’ve changed since I met him. I quit drinking, smoking, all manner of drugs—and my painting career is really starting to take off.”
“I would certainly agree that your life has taken a positive turn since you began to date him. If that is a product of his influence, then I suppose marrying him would be wise.”
“Oh Steel, thank you so much,” Viv said, clapping her hands together.
“Don’t thank me yet,” Steel interrupted. “Before I give my approval there are issues to discuss. First of all, this engagement is indeed born out of mutual love, respect and an overwhelming desire to spend the rest of your lives together?”
“Yes, of course.”
“It has nothing to do with the fact that Burl has returned to town and doesn’t want you back, contrary to what you’d most likely assumed?”
“No,” Viv said, her face and chest flushing red.
“This proposed union is not overcompensation for an inferred rejection at the hands of Burl Hard?”
“No, I love Hugh,” she insisted.
“And he, Hugh, will have no problem signing whatever prenuptial agreement my lawyers come up with in order to protect the family’s interests?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Well, if all you say is true,” Steel paused for a second, just to let his sister know that he hadn’t missed the blushing, “I see no reason why the marriage can’t proceed.”
“Oh thank you, Steel,” Viv said.
“You understand, however, that I must talk to him myself before I give my final consent. Again, to protect the family's interests.”
“Then have him come meet me.”
“Uh, okay. When?”
Steel looked at his calendar. “Tomorrow, at 3:00 p.m.,” he said. “Make sure he’s not late.”