self-deprecatingly, of course:
Drinks were pressed into their hands, and they sat in a bubble of dream-like ease as all around, young and old in embroidered, flouncy peasant clothes, danced strange polka-like jigs to shrill, speedy bazouki-style music. An old woman with a headscarf and a thick accent pinched Lisa's cheek affectionately, smiled from Oliver to her and said, 'In laff. So in laff.'
'Does she mean I am or you are?' Lisa asked anxiously, belatedly realizing that she might be wearing her heart on her sleeve too much.
'You, lady.' The old woman gave a gappy smile.
'Naff off,' Lisa muttered.
Instantly Oliver exploded into laughter, his beautiful lips stretched around his rows of strong, white teeth. 'Touchy!' he teased. 'Must be because you do love me.'
'Or maybe you love me,' she replied huffily.
'I never said I didn't,' he replied.
And although it wasn't the kind of thing she normally went around feeling, there, in the unexpectedness of that surreal, beautiful wedding party, Lisa felt as though they'd been touched by the hand of God.
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'Does she mean I am or you are?' Lisa asked anxiously, belatedly realizing that she might be wearing her heart on her sleeve too much.
'You, lady.' The old woman gave a gappy smile.
'Naff off,' Lisa muttered.
Instantly Oliver exploded into laughter, his beautiful lips stretched around his rows of strong, white teeth. 'Touchy!' he teased. 'Must be because you do love me.'
'Or maybe you love me,' she replied huffily.
'I never said I didn't,' he replied.
And although it wasn't the kind of thing she normally went around feeling, there, in the unexpectedness of that surreal, beautiful wedding party, Lisa felt as though they'd been touched by the hand of God.
Marian Keyes