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so glad.”
    “So,” Mrs. Sands said, raising an eyebrow. “When will you two be married?”
    They were both rather taken aback by the question. Angelique was about to say something about a long time in the future or something else equally vague, but Theo spoke first.
    “As soon as Angelique’s ready,” he said. “I know she’s the woman for me.”
    Later, they strolled to the beach, hand in hand. What he had said had been playing in Angelique’s heart all day like some glorious symphony, but for some reason she had been too timid to bring it up. Looking over the sea, though, she gained some courage.  
    “Did you mean what you said earlier? That you want to marry me as soon as I’m ready?”
    “Yep,” he said, right away. “It’s impulsive but a good impulsive. I know you’re the one for me.”
    “How?”
    “Ever since I read you that poem and you told me you’re going to stand with me. Well, I knew before that, but that was the nail in the coffin.”
    “The nail in the coffin!” Angelique said, laughing. “Thanks a bunch!”
    Theo laughed along. “You know what I mean.”
    They strolled along and she thought for a moment. “I really think I’d like to marry you, too. Not yet, but sometime. One thing I have to see first, though, is your hometown. And I have to meet your family. Just like you’ve been here and met everyone.”
    “Sounds good to me,” Theo said. “When do you want to go? Tomorrow?”
    She slapped him playfully on his arm. “What about after the wedding? We’ll go to Scotland first, then to Greece.”
    “I like it.”
    “Ooh!” she said, an idea popping into her head. “Let’s go to Africa after that!”
    “Where in Africa?”
    “Well, I’m not sure. I was just thinking about roots, you see. ‘Cause I’ll know your roots and you know mine here. But I’ve always wanted to see where my ancestors came from. You can do a test, you know, to see where your lineage goes back to. So maybe I could do the test and we could go there. Like Ghana, or Nigeria, or Togo, something like that.”
    Theo’s face just lit up. “That would be so awesome, to see where you’re from so far back. I’d love to do one of those myself, you know, see if I’m actually Greek or from somewhere else entirely.”
    Angelique swung their arms, a decisive look on her face. “Let’s do it! Scotland, then Greece, then West Africa. Wow, we’ve got a long tour ahead of us.”
    “Sure do. We’ll come back here afterward?”
    “I don’t know, I guess so. Maybe we should just see where life takes us.”
    Theo smiled. “You know that’s why my Ma says sometimes. Plan half, let God do the rest.”
    “Hey, I like that!” Angelique said. “Plan half, let God do the rest.” She looked over the beach, long shadows cast by the golden glow of the late afternoon. “Who knows what it will be like when we come back. We’ll be closer than ever, I guess.”
    Theo laughed. “Or you’ll hate my guts and never want to see me again.”
    “I hope not,” Angelique said. Whenever she thought about the future these days, Theo seemed to be a main feature. Even though she knew she wasn’t ready just yet, she still found herself slipping into daydreams of them being married.
    Mrs. Angelique Katrakis.
    She could see their children, too, just a little bit lighter than her and a little bit darker than him. She’d let their hair grow long, she decided, even the boys, and braid it into intricate hairstyles. She could picture them running about on the beach, barefoot, and climbing trees at Mermaid Hole. Their names would be a mix of Bahamian, Greek and whichever African country she found her roots in, she decided.
    “What are you thinking about?” he asked. “You look far away.”
    She hadn’t quite realized what she was thinking, and was a bit embarrassed. She smiled. “Nothing. Just something good.”
    “About me?”
    She tapped the side of her nose and smiled. “Maybe.”
    “Tell me!” he said, pretending