The following evening found him picking his way through his muddy backyard, seeking a private place. He ducked behind a large tree and dialed Jorick's number. Like last time, it rang multiple times before he finally answered.
"Oren? Is something wrong?"
"Yes!" He tried to calm himself as he whispered, "Tomorrow is Saint Valentine's Day!"
Jorick chuckled. "You've had second thoughts?"
"No! Of course not! What kind of man would - never mind. The problem is the proposal!"
"I thought Katelina gave you some kind of checklist?"
"A useless one! I can hardly go on vacation to Paris with two small children! And how am I to dance with her, when she can't dance? As for poetry-None of them say what I wish to say! The only things I have are the ring and the flowers - and I still need to purchase those! What am I going to do?"
Jorick's laughter fueled Oren's fury, and he shouted, "This is not an amusing matter!"