Amelie made her mind up after 9 months pregnant finally take me to have Dutch. "I should leave my job and buy us tickets to Faro. It is not I want to marry you when you are pregnant but maybe a honeymoon would be great after a good meal?"
"Yay! You thought I would say that." When her glass glass eyes full of life was looking at my plus Cardinal seal on both eyes glaring brown clouds of underworld on white sky when we are looking for each other to see our future.
"Maybe my dead father died sadly two month early from stinking Philip Morris lung disease to see Prince Philipe punched eye balls in you."
"I am serious. I have not been sleeping with the French." When time passed on long journey we sit in Antwerpen shopping street to have franchise meal as it was made at home. The sweet potatoes mash with skin on full of vegetable chops with beef and cheese toppings. It was nice to see top cut open and with fork rubbed butter to make a mash before we chose to place a topping.
"You know I was a chef in the kitchen and I am now a street journalist."
"It is great! When you become the Editor-in-Chief?" When her nostrils pulls in like a witchcraft expression my nativity pass her.
"I think we are growing a witch together."