On Valentine's night Evangelina and I had dinner at the Trocadero Supper Club.
"Rocky," she said, "I think I sold you short, and I am sorry. You are heroic for coming back here to stand up to the junta, and you are especially heroic for defending my honor with that Theodore. Oh, he is a beast!" "That he is," I agreed, and took a swig of my Bourdeaux. "I wonder if the wounds on his face have healed, or if his disfigurement is permanent? Those scabs I saw the other day were rather nasty!"
"Who cares? We're together, and that's all that matters," she said softly.
Ivan "Tiny" Benitez and His Big Band finished a tune, and the room grew quiet. I jumped onto the table and yelled, "Hey Maestro, throw me a mike!" Tiny yelled back, "You got it, Rock!" I caught the microphone and lay on my side, propping my head with my paw. "Hit it boys, mellow and slow," I said, and began serenading Evangelina with Al Green's "Let's Stay Together." In all the time I have known her, I have never seen her look so lovely, so full of life as she did while I was singing to her.
After I finished, the other patrons clapped and someone proposed a toast to us. "Oh Rocky, I love you so much!" Evangelina said.
"Darling, I love you too," I replied, and we gently kissed.
"Do you promise not to run away from me, Rocky?" she asked.
"I promise," I said.
"Will you recite poetry to me like you used to?" she asked.
"Of course, darling," I replied.
We kissed again.
Ah, Evangelina! Mi amor! We are together again.