Love To The Last Breath
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Later that day – at the seniors’ residence.
"Hi, Mom! I’m here and I brought the friend I was telling you about."
"Hi, Jeffy!"
"Jeffy!?"
"That’s what she calls me."
"Hi, Mrs. Schiller. Nice to meet you."
"Hello. What is your name?"
"My name is Elizabeth."
"Lulabelle!?"
"No, Mom. Elizabeth."
"Lulabeth!?"
"No, Mom. Just call her Lizzy."
"Sissy!?"
"No. Lizzy!"
"Mrs. Schiller, I brought you some cookies I baked myself."
"Do they have prunes?"
"No, they don’t have prunes."
"I don’t need prunes. I’m already regulated."
"They don’t have prunes, Mrs. Schiller. They have chocolate chips."
"Mom, I had some today they are very good."
"Since when do you need prunes?"
"Mom, they don’t have prunes!"
"Okay then, thank you very much. I don’t want to eat them now. I will have them later with some tea. Now, I want to talk."
"Oy vey! Watch out."
"Jeffy, you told me she was a brunette."
"No, Mom, I told you she was a blond."
"Jeffy, you told me she was tall."
"No, Mom, I told you she was average height."
"Jeffy, you told me she was ugly."
"Mom! I never told you that. I told you she was beautiful."
"Then maybe you must have meant another girl."
"Mom, I have never talked to you about any other girl before, and from all the girls I have went out with, this is the first one I brought for you to meet."
"It’s about time. --You’re a real beauty queen."
"Thank you, Mrs. Schiller."
"Come, Sissy, sit beside me."
"Mom, it’s Lizzy."
"Missy?"
"No, Sissy – I mean Lizzy. Mom, now you have me mixed up."
"Give me your hand to hold, dear."
"It’s very soft. You don’t wash too many dishes do you?"
"Mom, her parents have a dishwasher."
"Jeffy, what did I tell you? A dishwasher makes you lazy."
"Yes, Mom. I know."
"Are you a natural blond?"
"Mom!"
"Yes, I am."
"Jeffy, you have to know this, because if the hair is not real blond, then maybe other parts of the body are not real."
"Oh, Mom!"
"Do you like my Jeffy?"
"Yes, I do, very much."
"This is good."
"Can you cook? Because my Jeffy likes to eat."
"Yes, I can."
"Jeffy, this is good. Can you make chocolate cake?"
"Yes, I can."
"With icing or without icing?"
"Both."
"Jeffy, this is very good. My Jeffy likes chocolate cake."
"I know."
"Jeffy, why don’t you buy her some jewellery for her hand?"
"I will, Mom."
"Now tell me, what do you do?"
"I work as a legal secretary in Jeffy’s – I mean Jeff’s office."
"This is good."
"If you marry my Jeffy, can you make me a grandmother?"
"Mom!"
"Yes, I can."
"Jeffy, this is good, now we know all her body parts work."
"Oh, Mom. I’m so embarrassed."
"When you get pregnant --"
"Mom!"
"What Jeffy? She has to know certain things."
"When you get pregnant, quit your job, stay at home, look after yourself, look after the baby, and look after the house. My Jeffy will support you. He can afford it."
"Thank you for the advice, Mrs. Schiller."
"I’m getting so embarrassed."
"Jeffy, what is there to be embarrassed about? Maybe you should go take a walk down the hall."
"No, Mom, I’m staying right here."
"Okay, Jeffy. -- Now tell me, dear, when is the wedding?"
"Mom, we’re not even engaged yet!"
"What are you waiting for, Jeffy? Not every day do you find such a beauty queen like this one."
"Mom, we only met a few weeks ago."
"Jeffy, don’t wait too long. Will you invite me to the wedding?"
"Mom, you don’t have to get invited, you’re my mother, you just come."
"How will I know where it is and how will I get there?"
"I’ll pick you up."
"Jeffy, you will be too busy that day."
"Mom, I’ll send a taxi for you. Just be ready."
"Okay, Jeffy. I will wait."
"Mom, it’s almost time for supper. Lizzy and I will walk you to the dining room."
"You know, I don’t like the food."
"Here we go!"
"What’s wrong with it, Mrs. Schiller?"
"The cook doesn’t know how to cook."
"Mom, why don’t you show him how?"
"Why should I give him my secrets? I’ll do the work and he will sit back and smoke like a puritz and get paid for it. Now, if they give me the job, then I’ll do it."
"Mom, they won’t give you the job. You’re not strong enough anymore."
"Jeffy, I have more energy than that young schnook of a cook does."
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About the Book
"If I ever get married, my marriage won’t have any problems, because I’m going to be a perfect husband and father." Is the idealistic young lawyer Jeffrey Schiller asking for too much? Will he spend a lifetime looking for his soulmate or settle for someone, or something, less than perfect? Is falling in love and getting married a sure prescription for happiness? Love To The Last Breath captures your imagination and breaks your heart in the process of answering these, and other, questions. Spanning twenty-five years, the well-wrought cast of characters and focussed plot drive this sweet, romantic dramedy onward. Love To The Last Breath is always entertaining, yet, with its underlying philosophical outlook, it demonstrates a love story need not be frivolous. The main characters are appealing individuals with strong family values and high moral standards. Passages flow, join forces, and build like waves, in turn, making you laugh, shed a tear, and pause to contemplate your own life. Romantic, hilarious, heart-wrenching, and inspiring, Love To The Last Breath is perfect for readers who believe – at least in the possibility – of finding the love of one’s life.
About the Author
Daniel D. Narwa, a real-estate broker and a collector of Canadiana and antiques, uses writing as a means of stress relief. His essays about Jewish culture and law have been published in various Ottawa periodicals. Possessing a creative, imaginative mind, Daniel has always aspired to write a novel. Love To The Last Breath is a traditional romance, yet comprising ninety-nine per cent dialogue, – heightened by the author’s non-traditional use of voice-recognition technology – and interspersed with commentaries from a philosophic narrator, Daniel has created a hybrid style: a play that reads like a novel. Plans involve adapting this book into a movie and writing a sequel. Daniel D. Narwa was born, and currently resides, in Ottawa, Canada.