The Lucky One

Ah those trips along the Murray River, taking Tommy the dog for his stroll is a blessing for Gary and me, and really quite good for the soul. And some days we pick up a friend, whose knowledge is not at a loss, so conversing is high; at a premium, when having a day out with Ross. We learn quite a lot on these trips, amid language that can be very strong, but we always feel we are lucky, on days when Ross does come along. Of course I should mention also, those days we go imposing upon, a young fellow who lives on his own in his mansion and his name is Don. We talk about growing our gardens, the folk club and days of the tafe, but there is no mention of football. And girls of the Mallee are safe. But soon as Don mentioned a drawing he entered in the Wentworth show, both Gary and I then suggested the show is the place we should go. Don’s drawing is three lovely women, belly dancing and clothing is sparse. Don is surely the absolute winner. Coming second will be quite a farce. And so before the declaration, we used the spare time for a view of the offerings here at the show, then we met a young lady we knew. Melissa is a woman strong willed, determined with ambition and drive, insisting on everything her way. Last birthday she turned forty-five. And Gary with the wit that he has insisted Don’s seeking a bride, and Don then responded to Gary, that Melissa is who should decide. While debating their fate with Melissa, no answer would ever be clear, then with luck I had noticed a sign - ‘fortune teller - please enter in here.’ And I’m sure that this woman of note, will declare when she acts upon the facts once they’re laid on the table - will Melissa choose Gary or Don? Now Melissa sat first at the table. (at this point she’s enjoying the fun) “Two men want to make me their bride, tell me - who will be the lucky one?” The fortune-teller took Melissa’s hand. With a smile her answer begun, “Melissa - Don here will marry you, and Gary will be the lucky one.”