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Life Buoy for an Amputee or an Amputee Who Is a Life Buoy?

... forget it, please," I said. "How could I? See you there, my beautiful Kitchen Fairy." We finally let go of each other’s hands and he left to see his dad. I closed the door and began to weep quietly. A good husband and kids, kids, kids… Chapter 4 First the house, second the wedding and naturally kids If Wendy had been an ordinary two-legged woman, her chance to be my wife would have been zero. I completely lacked trust in all women, but Wendy was outside this ordinary group because of her amputation. That’s why she often tells me how glad she is of being handicapped, as that was her key to gaining a good husband and two smart, beautiful and healthy kids. Naturally, she tells this to me as if it was a joke, but her humorous comment has some truth to it at the core. We laugh when she starts to list how many high school friends of hers are already divorced or do not have any children, whereas we are a happy family. Nobody had thought we would become engaged only five hours after we were introduced. Even Wendy’s brother, my best friend had not expected us to move so fast that day, despite the fact it was his own plan to throw us together by inviting me for ten AM. This trick was one of the crucial conditions that brought us together. Besides that Wendy’s kitchen fairy magic and her desperate wish for children established our fate that Saturday. Yes, the fact I couldn't be with my daughters, because my scurvy ex-wife blocked my kids from me factored into it too. I looked at Wendy, ...

... this twenty-one year old girl, stunning beautiful, full of humor and life, and her dream of two kids and a good husband. The idea of children with this gorgeous young Kitchen Fairy was immediately planted in my mind. Her one leg did not disturb me, oh no, not at all. As a matter of fact it just made her more appealing. It seemed that Wendy, exactly because of her being handicapped (which characteristic sprouted her humor and strong-willed determination to have kids against all odds) was made especially for me. For me, yes, me…having been robbed of the chance to bring up my children and having developed an acute distrust in women due to my failed attempts to live a peaceful family life with a faithful wife. We were destined to create our common happiness. From Wendy’s birthday party I went to my parents and told them about my engagement with Wendy. They were embarrassed, but accepted my decision. Just as I hoped, my Dad also agreed to help me carry out my "subway carriage" interior house plan and assured me of the weekend assistance of his colleagues and friends. Out of sheer practicality (I was an architect after all) I went to the mall we were to meet at the next day, and bought an engagement ring; if it wasn't right, we could exchange it on site. Then I went home and did a big cleaning. The following day I arrived at the coffee shop in the "Maple Wood" mall at two. Wendy had arrived earlier and was standing at the bar with her crutches. She was charming, and she let me hug ...