same women would give him a chance if he didnât make a good living as an engineer, had a house, and didnât require they drop him off at work or loan him a little something when he was light. Marilyn Tharp, Dr. Marilyn Tharp, was successful in her own right as a chemist and researcher with Procter and Gamble in Albany, Georgia, when she shucked off the corporate title and joined the faculty of Savannah State University. Heâd enjoyed attending faculty functions with her, and getting to know her colleagues, but stillâ¦
âSo thereâs no escaping his visit next summer,â she said, breaking his errant thoughts.
âWhat did you say, Marilyn?â
âI said, my brother wants to come visit us next summer, and I wasnât sure if youâd be okay with him staying with us.â
âWhoa, what about your house, Mare?â
âIt will be on the market in two weeks.â
She took another swig of her drink, stood and approached him. She raised the covered dessert plate next to him and placed a black, velvety box in her hand. She dropped to one knee, scaring Joshua. The platinum and diamond band sparkled in the candlelight. His objection was too slow; she spoke before he could stop her.
âJoshua Marcus Benson, you are the best man Iâve ever met. You are all Iâve dreamed of, fantasized about, and craved since I was a little girl. Youâre strong, loving, independent, and handsome enough to make the cutest babies in Savannah. Will you marry me?â
Joshua shook his hands vigorously. âNo, no, no, Mare. Not this.â
She stood. âYou said you had an announcement to make. I figured we were on the same page, so I decided to beat you to the punch. You hadnât planned on proposing to me tonight?â
Joshua sighed. Four engagements had taught him not to hint at marriage if he wasnât sure. Heâd never given her any indication he wanted to marry. Theyâd dated, had fun, but he never mentioned commitment. Heâd also bought rings for his women. It shouldnât be the other way around.
âI wanted to talk to you about my mother.â
âYour mother?â
âLetâs sit down in the living room and discuss this.â He gently caressed Marilynâs arm, but she snatched it away.
âWe can stand here and talk.â
Joshua sat at the table and pointed to Marilynâs vacant seat; she followed suit. They were adults, and blaring police lights didnât belong in his quiet neighborhood. âI came home to ask for my key back and for you to move your things. Iâve rearranged my schedule to work from home, and Iâm moving my mother in with me. Iâve hired a homecare health aide, and I plan to surprise her with this news at the Grand Oak Christmas Pageant.â
âAre you telling me I sat here and made a fool of myself, cooking for you, spending time with you, and you donât even want to be with me?â
âMarilyn, I said nothing about ending the relationship. Iâm freeing my house for my mom. My sisters arenât willing to take her in, so Iâm doing what I have to do for my mother. Sheâs miserable at that place. I canât believe Gigi put her there.â
âI can help with your mother.â
âCome on, Marilyn, it was obvious she annoyed you when she was here.â
âShe peed in the bed.â
âSheâs elderly, Mare.â
âShe insulted my cooking.â
âHer dietary needs have changed over the years, Mare. She canât eat spicy or salty foods without upsetting her stomach. You made her enchiladas and filled them with jalapeño peppers.â He paused, then took a deep breath. âOur parents sacrificed so much for us, and itâs time for me to give back.â
âGive back all you want! Best believe it will be without me.â Marilyn jumped from her seat, knocking it to the floor. She grabbed the ring box and marched