The Batman Cometh
The phone rang. I answered, it being my phone and all.
“Ruth?” the husky voice on the other end of the line said.
“Yes?” I answered huskily back.
“Where are you? You live in Bode, right?”
“No, I live in Rolfe,” I replied.
Silly Batman. You’re not fooling anyone! You know you’ve been longing for this day!
After he finished his little “I-don’t-know-where-you-live” charade and hung up, I ran around getting the house ready. I had barely spritzed on my favorite bug spray (the mosquitoes are quite bad this year, what with all the rain) when the Batmobile pulled up in front of my house. I ran out the door to greet him.
I could see the grim determination in his jaw as he brushed past me, carrying a tall ladder and his bat-proofing squirt gun. He climbed to the roof.
“You should just burn this house down,” he said as he eyed my loose shingles and peeling paint.
Well, those are the words that came out of his mouth, but I know a marriage proposal when I hear one! I lifted my chin. Two could play this hard-to-get game!
“NO!” I replied.
Then he came down from the roof, and…
It was just like in the movies! And every bit as real! The games were over. Our hearts were clear.
I could see the anguish in his eyes as he said, “Well that does it! See ya!”
Well played, Batman. Well played…I just hope he didn’t plant more bats up there just so he could see me again.
And thus ends another Romance in the Life of Ruth.