The Sound of a Musical

9 - Lipstick and Lip Lock

"Here we are." Said Georg Von Trapp, his tone remaining ever loving, his hand entwined in Maria's as they walked, "This is where we had our first kiss."

She gasped. He remembered. Of course she remembered, but she hoped that he had. She loved him so much and he said that he loved her, which she didn't doubt for a minute. Leaving the Abbey was the best thing she could have ever done. This is where she was proposed to, everything. Her life was a jewel. He kissed her head and her lips broke out into a smile. I know I'm in love...

Briskly, he took a key out of his pocked he opened the gazebo. "Can we dance, Maria?" The way he looked at her was enough to make her sing.

"Yes, of course." I could feel his one hand in mine, his other, slipping around my waist. He hummed a soft waltz as we started stepping in two time, eventually leading to three.

Several hours passed and we could hear little Gretl calling. She was now a bubbly, gorgeous eight year old and she had a wide circle of friends. Much like Liesl and all of the boys, she was popular with everyone. Brigitta had a tight knit group of friends. That was just what she was like.

I, followed by Georg, passed through the door. I could feel her tugging on the hem of my skirt. (She hadn't grown out of that yet.) "Mamma!" She pulled me aside, "I need to talk to you." I could see Georg's face falling. I told him not to worry. He smiled and went into the dining room.

"Yes, my lovely girl?" As nimble as a nymph, she ran up the stairs and into her room. God, she still had those five year old reflexes. That hasn't changed since the day I met her (and the children). She was still as cute, too, although she was growing up now. Maria was slightly saddened, but very excited at the thought. She opened the door and came tumbling in after Gretl. "So, my darling?" she laughed and it echoed throughout the room.

Seven twenty one. Four, and a little, minutes had passed since she had said anything. Was there something wrong and she was refusing to tell her? Was she nervous about something? As if it was a motherly sixth sense, she called Gretl to sit on her knee. They'd always done that. Carefully, nicely, she asked her what happened. Gretl was looking in her lap and playing with her fingers.

"Well, Mother.." She looked up at Maria, "You know Christofer." She nodded. "My first kiss!" She blurted, covered her mouth and then ran out of the room slamming the door behind me. Aw, my little girl, she's growing up. I wonder if that little head of hers decides whether she's in love... If she knows, that is, she is only eight.