~*~ Urs & The Kissing Hand~*~ BY: Sue

Chapter 47
Free At Last

Urs may have been well on his way to becoming a man among men to her father, and a poster boy for dashing, mannerly gentlemen to her mother, but Susanna was still Susanna, or was she?

As she sat in her parents luxurious suite at the Met Soho, Marian Nelson prattled on with tales of their most recent adventures in Key West, social adventures that is. It was all about ‘stuff’, who wore what, who said what, who they saw, all the social trappings her mother put such store in. As Muz chattered, Susanna pictured wigged and powdered ladies and gentlemen performing an elaborate minuet, each knowing exactly which steps to perform, supremely aware of their place in the scheme of things, not daring to put a foot wrong or invade another’s space.

Thank goodness she was more her father’s daughter. When John Nelson finally was permitted a little space on the verbal dance floor, he opened with a raucous polka describing his deep sea fishing trip. His space was the entire dance floor as he used his voice, body language, and facial expression to perform his verbal dance. Yes, this was indeed a father/daughter dance and she loved him all the more for teaching it to her.

“Now Susanna, although Urs does seem to be a very personable and ambitious young man, I’m wondering if he’s a suitable prospect for you?”

‘OK Susanna, think gladiator.’
“Prospect? Prospect for what Muz? You make him sound like an investment.”

“Well you can’t be too careful these days. Especially with your previous unfortunate experience. Now if we’d done a background check like a wanted to do but…”

“No”, whispered Susanna.

“no you wouldn’t do it. How you can be so trusting of people? You are so gullible. I thought I’d taught you better than that, Susanna. You can’t just go along willy-nilly believing what people tell you.”

“No, Muz” Susanna repeated louder.

“Just look at the way you’re always talking to perfect strangers and the next thing you know you’re inviting them home. You never can tell what they’re after. They look around and see a vulnerable young woman, who has a nice apartment, a good job, parents who are well off. I’m just saying you need to think about their motives, dear.”

“Mother, will you hush? That’s enough!” Susanna nearly shouted.

“Now you don’t need to get all prickly, I’m only looking out for you.” Marian Nelson huffed, giving Susanna a dirty look.

‘I was wondering when she’d bring that one out. I guess I should be thankful she saved it until Urs had gone. TELL...Susanna think tell.’

Taking a page from Urs TRL appearance along with a deep breath, Susanna prepared to answer. “First of all Muz I know you love me. You’ve loved me from the day you brought me home from the hospital and started ironing my diapers for Pete’s sake. I know…”

“You were so tiny and we knew you were the only child we would ever have.” Muz reminded Susanna with a little smile.

“Yes, Muz I know and I know you want the best for me but the way you show your love… isn’t good….I mean… I feel smothered.” Susanna said, almost in a whisper as she looked down at her handing twisting in her lap.

“My love isn’t good! Why Susanna Mary I can’t believe you would talk that way to me! No one loves you more than I do and now you’re telling me I was wrong? Where would you be if I wasn’t there to help you? No one does more for you than I do. You know that.” an outraged Muz leaned in toward Susanna, intimidating, in her face.

“I’ve been there doing for you all these years and you never complained! Why didn’t you say anything before?” she demanded as her voice rose.

Susanna looked up and gestured with her hands as she spoke. “That’s just it, Muz, you do everything for me, make my decisions, protect me.” Susanna rushed on, afraid if she stopped she’d be lost.

“I appreciate your strength, I really do. I don’t know how I would have gotten through that time after the accident without you and Daddy taking charge then, but I’m stronger now.”

Susanna paused for a breath and looked at her dad with a reassuring smile.

“You weren’t doing it wrong, Muz. It was just easier to let you be in charge, to let you do it all, but now I’ve changed. I want to be in charge of my life, make my own decisions and be responsible for myself.

“Hrumph! Sounds to me like that man…”

“Mother! Enough!” John Nelson gave his wife a warning look as her mouth flew open in surprise.

“Susanna is right. It was easier for us to just let you do it all. I’m sorry, punkin, I didn’t realize. And as for Susanna’s young man being a suitable prospect, I like him. We’ll just have to trust Susanna’s judgment, right Mother?” he asked in a voice that would brook no argument.

As she left her parents’ hotel a little while later, Susanna grinned at the incongruity of the past 24 hours. Even though she’d not been to the outdoor observation deck of the CN Tower, today she was walking on air.

Relaxing in the bubble-filled tub did wonders to relieve all the tension after her eventful morning. She was still a little amazed at the turn of events. Daddy had stood up for her. It was so good to have someone on her side now. The war might not be over, but she had won a small victory. If only she’d done that long ago. But then maybe she would never have met Urs. No, her timing had been perfect she decided.

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Susanna took special pains getting dressed tonight. She wanted to look good for Urs and also celebrate the new closeness she felt with her parents. She would really have liked them to stay a few more days, but their flying visit would be over tomorrow. In deference to the weather she had chosen a long-sleeved wool jersey dress in a brown and ecru animal print, black stockings and pumps. The neckline could be worn on or off the shoulder, so throwing caution to the wind, she’d decided to try the more daring look, but only after she was safely inside the warm building.

She hadn’t seen Urs since the brunch, but he had called just before she’d left to meet her parents at the hotel. He was talking faster than usual and she could hear more of his accent. Her heart went out to him; he must be nervous. When they arrived at the auditorium, she was to identify herself to the usher and he would escort them backstage. He’s also booked a table for all of them at Baberian’s for dinner after the concert. He’d had her repeat all the instructions. Yes, he was very nervous.

The hall was long and narrow with high ceilings that hopefully would carry the sound well. There were only two banks of seats with a middle aisle in between. Susanna hoped the men were still using their same places onstage since she and her parents were in the third row on the right side, Urs side. A sudden thought of them sitting in that order at the Borders signing caused her to smile.

They found their seats and took off their coats. After speaking with a nearby usher, they were led backstage. Perhaps because of the limited space there seemed to be more commotion here than at her first concert. She could see the relief on Urs face as he walked up to them, shaking hands and giving her a brief hug in passing as he walked them toward the dressing rooms. David, Carlos and Seb were ‘rounded up’, introduced and after a few polite minutes of conversation, it was time to get back to their seats.

As her parents left, Susanna explained that she needed to talk to Urs for a minute and she’d meet them back inside.

“Urs, can I see you for a minute, in private?” she asked softly.

An anxious look, and raised eyebrows was followed by, ”Ja, sure.” as he led her toward his dressing room.

“What’s the matter? What happened after I left? Didn’t it go well? How are you?” Urs fired questions at her.

“Don’t worry. They loved you and I feel I finally had a break-through with Muz. I actually told her how I felt for a change, just like you said. I think things will start to get better between us.” Susanna spoke slowly and calmly.

“Now how are you doing? Are you nervous?” she searched his face as if looking for the answer.

“Actually, I am a little nervous. I was worrying about how it was going with your mother.”

“And….” Susanna wouldn’t let him off the hook so easily.

Releasing a huge sigh, Urs went on, “And I am a little… no wery nervous.”

‘ Uh oh, this must be serious. He’s slipped in that darling little ‘wery’ for very.’

“We just heard that some of the Sony execs are here, including the head of the US and Canada division. What if they don’t think we’re ready? They’ve only seen us sing that one time when we were first introduced by Simon. I know they’ll be looking to see how we’ve grown and also how the audience reacts. We’re only showcasing a few songs. What if we don’t get a good response? And on top of that look at my hair!”

“You hair? It looks fine to me. What’s wrong with it?” Susanna said as Urs grabbed a bottle off the dressing table.

“It ‘s this … this stuff the girl put on it so it won’t curl so much. Just look at it now. I may as well have helmet hair. At least that looks real. My hair is so smooth it looks like a wig.”

“Here. Let me just fluff it a bit.” Susanna offered, barely touching it and making no visible difference in it at all. “Now, that’s better.”

Susanna put her hands on his head, and leaned up to give him a comforting kiss, “You’ll be great. They will love you and you’re hair looks just right. Trust me I know. Remember I’m Houdini. I’m magical.”

Then she took Urs left hand and kissed his palm, slowly, solemnly folding his fingers over the kiss. As he stood holding his kiss, he watched her turn to leave. “See you out front, Bag Boy. Break a leg.” she waved over her shoulder, not looking back.

Chapter 48
The Concert

One by one the four handsome men took their places on the stage to a rousing round of applause. All were in dark dinner suits and white shirts except for Carlos, who was all in black, neck open of course. David had also chosen not to wear a tie. Seb’s tie was loosened, reminding Susanna of how a young schoolboy would look by the end of the day. Urs tie was perfectly aligned and worn in its proper place.

The opening bars of Senza Catene began and immediately the crowd hushed. Seb began and so did Muz’ Diva birth, Susanna suspected. She noticed some soft, appreciative applause as each singer took their opening solo and then there was only the soaring music and magical voices.

After the first song, Seb introduced the others in French and then the next song, Heroe. It was apparent by the second song they were enjoying themselves and the initial nervousness had disappeared. They would smile at each other and look out at the beautiful hall and welcoming audience almost in disbelief, as if they had an unlimited allowance in a musical candy shop. Urs had looked for and found Susanna early on. Being a professional he forced himself to focus on the entire audience, however the third row on the right seemed to get more than it’s fair share of attention.

They brought up the stools from the back of the stage next for Si Tu Me Amas. By this time Muz had gone from Diva to DIVA. “I can see why you love their music. They are just glorious!”

Susanna was so happy to have this new bond with Muz. Hopefully it would be another step toward rebuilding their relationship.

Several times during the song, she and Urs exchanged looks and she wondered if his stomach was doing the same kind of flips as she felt. Then when the song ended he began to speak softly in French. The first thing she noticed was how animated he was. He spoke on stage as he sang, with his whole body, face, hands, shoulders, and arms. Even without understanding French she knew he was marveling at the beautiful concert hall, their pleasure to be here, and how Il Divo loved performing for them. By the time he introduced Pour Que Tu M’aimes Encore, the audience was his.

All by Myself received shouts and applause and as they began their last song My Way, Susanna could see people moving in their seats to the music. The powerful duet combination of David and Carlos literally soared to the rafters, while Seb and Urs combined their harmonies with an easy camaraderie. Even before the last refrain the audience was on their feet with resounding cheers and applause. A woman timidly walked up to the stage and handed Urs a rose.

As they ended their performance, the looks they gave each other were priceless; excitement, amazement, congratulations, thanks, and the mantra of a true artist: This is what I was born to do. Then as they joined up center stage with their arms around each other for their traditional bow, Urs began a new tradition. With his left hand, he touched his heart, kissed his palm, and threw the kiss to a magical person in the third row.

Susanna and her parents stayed in their seats while the crowd thinned out. Several minutes later the same usher escorted them backstage again. Susanna noticed a small group of what looked to be well-dressed businessmen leaving the dressing room area. They appeared to in a good mood, smiling and talking among themselves as they left.

Urs waved Susanna and her parents over. “Was that them?” she whispered.

“They really liked what we did!” Urs had a smile a mile wide.

“But of course, they did!” Seb said confidently. “Was there any doubt?”

“Well, now you can loosen that tie, buddy. It was so tight I thought you’d never be able to hit those high notes, but you did it!” David teased.

“I found a great club last night. Shall we go celebrate.”

“We’ve got dinner plans, guys, but you go on. Oh, and remember we need to meet at noon with Steve before the interview.”

“Yes, Mr. On Time.” They laughingly chanted in unison, as Urs & company left the hall.

As they exited the taxi at the restaurant, Muz was relieved to see it was not Indian. She’d come a long way, to her way of thinking today, but two culinary surprises in one 24 hour period would be a bit too much. Fortunately, Baberian’s was an upscale restaurant specializing in steaks and chops, which made Mr. Nelson extremely happy. In his book there was nothing like a nice big, nice, juicy steak. Sure enough, Mr. Nelson ordered a large steak, rare, and Muz decided on a small filet, well done.

‘I guess she only likes her victims rare’, thought Urs.
‘It ‘s a good thing I didn’t say that out loud. Susanna would have sent me to time out in her Australia…or would she? Mein Gott! First it was her silly words, now it’s her sense of humor. What is that woman doing to me?”

Urs the Planner had a special choice in mind for Susanna and himself. On their late night menu they had a few special dishes, including Swiss Fondue for Two. Susanna agreed that would do nicely.

So as the married Nelsons enthused and devoured their beef, the single Nelson and her equally single Swiss date dipped and dunked chunks of bread through a warm, gooey pot of Swiss fondue.

Susanna had only ever had fondue using small chunks of steak, but added this variety to her list of favorites almost immediately. She made a mental note to dig out her fondue pot when she got home. Both kinds would make a perfect fireside dinner, especially on chick flick night.

Then came dessert. This time predictable Urs wasn’t. Both couples made the same choice. It was Mr. Nelson, however, who rose up several rungs on Urs ladder of admiration when he stated,

“It’s the logical choice.” Urs beamed his approval as each couple ordered Grand Marnier Soufflés for Two. Apparently Urs failed to notice Mr. Nelson never said why it was so logical. Susanna thought better of pointing this out to Urs.

As they visited throughout dinner, Susanna could see her parents, especially her father making a real effort to get to know Urs as a person, not a performer. She also made note of how Muz watched the two of them together. Although Mrs. Nelson still commanded attention, at least twice Susanna had seen how her mother had started to interrupt and caught herself. To her, that was progress.

Since the Nelsons had an early flight back home tomorrow, they said goodbye at the restaurant before heading to their hotels. Susanna thought maybe the kiss on her cheek and hug from Muz seemed a bit less stiff and lasted a bit longer than she remembered so that was a good sign. Urs again kissed her hand briefly and Muz awkwardly patted his arm and said, “I am glad we got to meet you. Thank you for the concert. It was lovely.” which Susanna took as a very good sign.

As Susanna and Urs leaned back in the taxi, they looked at each other, took a deep breath and grinned. “Well?” asked Urs. After a minute they both laughed and said, “Not too bad.”

Chapter 49
The Snowball

‘The sirens were much closer now, the sound growing louder and…” A graceful hand with long tapered fingers blotted out the rest of the page that Susanna was reading.

As the hand turned palm up, she looked over at Urs pleading eyes and couldn’t keep a straight face as she reached into her ‘magical’ carryon bag. Slapping the latest copy of “Vintage Motorcycles” into his hand she warned, “Pace yourself, Bag Boy. This has to last till Saturday.” Oh yes, Mr. Predictable.

“ Yes, Houdini.” He promised as he raised himself in his seat to give her a kiss, then settled down immediately with his ‘pacifier’, rather like giving a crying baby his bottle, Susanna observed.

Their take-off had been smooth as they left Lester B. Pearson International Airport in Toronto Tuesday evening. While the past two days had flown by with appearances and interviews, Susanna had done some museums and best of all found a Christmas present for Urs. Well, right now it could be better called a work in progress. She’d found some exquisitely soft cashmere yarn to knit him a scarf; a black one with a charcoal accent, which would go well with his black overcoat.

After collecting their luggage from the carousel in the La Guardia terminal they piled into the Hotel Mela van. It had been chosen specifically for its location. Although relatively small and boasting no restaurants, it was within easy walking distance of Rockefeller Center, Times Square, and the Empire State Building. Urs was elated with this last fact, recited with practiced cadence by their driver. Susanna gave a head shake/eye roll, ‘You can take the boy out of the Alps but you can’t take the Alps out of the boy.’

They were tired and hungry by the time they arrived. The hotel had an arrangement with a nearby restaurant to provide evening room service so Urs ordered a pizza. She had just finished unpacking when Urs the Delivery Boy arrived. Sitting on the floor against the sofa with their legs stretched out, they shared pizza and Urs schedule.

“The third time’s the charm, isn’t that what they say?” Susanna asked Urs as they stood on the 86th floor observatory of the Empire State Building.

“What makes you say that?” he returned her question along with a hug.

‘Well, first there was the London Eye, then the CN Tower and now here. I think you’re getting me ready for the mountains. And you know what? I really think I’m getting more comfortable being up high. ” Susanna said with a confident smile. “Well as long as I don’t have to look straight down all the time.” she added looking out at the skyline. “Someday I might even go to see the cows with the pretty ribbons and flowers in their horns going up your Swiss mountains for the summer.”

“And everyone will be yodeling and wearing lederhosen, ja?” Urs teased.

“No lederhosen, silly, that’s Bavaria. I remember some Swiss person telling me that.” she said poking him in the ribs.

“Well, all this talk of mountain climbing is making me hungry. Let’s get out of here. What kind of food do you fancy tonight, Heidi?” he grinned.

They both fancied Chinese in Chinatown.

“You and Seb must have enjoyed your shopping . I thought you’d probably bought out the store you both were gone so long. Were you looking for anything special or just window shopping?”

Wearing an expression he usually reserved for chocolate or dessert, Urs said, “I finally found her and she’s a beauty. I’d been thinking about her for a while and then when I saw her I just couldn’t resist. I just had to have her.”

‘It must be a motorcycle. But he was with Seb. Why would he take him to buy a motorcycle.? But what else could it be? I couldn’t be a…a women? Someone he knows? Beautiful he said…No he wouldn’t…’

“It’s a Fender Yngwie Malmsteen Strat.” Urs announced with pride.

Susanna’s brain began to shout, “Yes, but do you ride it, hang it on the wall to predict the weather, or pull small children around in it?’ It also whispered, ‘Put on your unibrow.’

Her mouth, thankfully remembered the universal teacher phrase when confronted with something you know absolutely nothing about, “Tell me about it.”

“I’ve wanted this guitar ever since I was in my rock band. It’s the best. It has Yngwie’s trademark scalloped fret board and so much gain, and the way the scalloped neck feels is amazing. The neck pup is to die for. It plays like butter and it’s a gorgeous Bing Cherry.”

Susanna smiled, ‘It’s a guitar. No further need for a unibrow.’

“It sounds wonderful. Can I see it?” Susanna was still trying to visualize a neck pup.

“Sure, as soon as we get back to the hotel.” Urs beamed as the food began to disappear off his plate.

Susanna thought the guitar was beautiful and saw that Urs could hardly contain his excitement. His fingers fairly itched to play it again as he tried to describe how it sounded at the store. She was sure he wanted some time to get acquainted with his new friend. So this time she was the timekeeper as she reminded him of the GMA wake-up call for 4:00 tomorrow morning.

Holding each other around the waist they walked the few short steps to her door, they shared a deep, lingering kiss, made all the more sweet by Urs happiness.

And as she fell asleep clutching Bag Boy Jr. she imagined Urs Bing Cherry friend laying on a pillow next to him.

0 dark :30 was just that, as Susanna decided she definitely hated those small numbers on the clock. Whatever happened to nice reasonable 7:00? But of course that was when the rest of the world was tuning in for their wakeup dose of Good Morning America. This is what started happening three hours earlier so the show could be ready.

Urs, bless his heart had appeared bearing a much-needed cup of coffee and an even more needed wake-up kiss. Susanna didn’t need any prompting to keep her eyes closed when they kissed. It was the keeping them open part she had trouble with.

“So what do you think of Urs’ latest toy?” Seb asked leaning forward from the back seat of the van.

“It’s beautiful. I can hardly wait to hear him play it. So what did you manage to spend your money on yesterday, Seb, something for Juliana or maybe your maman?”

“Non. Unfortunately there was only time to pick up a couple of hats. But later today I do want to do a little Christmas shopping before the Borders appearance.”

“Well, you’ve come to the right city. If you can’t find it here you can’t find it anywhere.” David bragged with a grin from the front seat.

“F.A.O.Schwarz, Barneys,..” he started naming.

“Tiffany’s, Cartier...” Susanna continued.

“I’m glad we didn’t take them with us yesterday, Seb. We’d be looking for gigs on the side when the bills came due.” Urs said to Seb in mock horror.

When they arrived, it could have been the middle of a busy workday by the look of it. Even in the dark, Susanna noticed some tourists standing behind the barrier trying to keep warm as they waited. Were any of them Il Divo fans? Evidently yes, because several times the men turned around and waved as they heard their names called. ‘And at this ungodly hour too. Amazing.’ thought Susanna.

They were greeted at the door; coffee was waiting along with some of the Il Divo crew inside.

“Should I wait outside?” Susanna asked Steve softly.

“No, come on inside, it’s fine. We’ll just find you a spot to wait. Then when they go out in a few minutes for soundcheck you can wait outside with the others.”

Standing over to the side Susanna watched. It was so exciting. There were the stars of the show, wearing those little bib things to protect their clothes from make-up. Now they were going over papers, writing, discussing, drinking coffee. The weatherman was getting ready, cameras being positioned, lighting was being adjusted, teleprompters readied; then make-up people would come in for last minute fixes. Susanna felt like she was an owl as her head swiveled trying to take in all the preparation.

‘How incongruous!’ Susanna thought as she shivered in the dark, cold morning along with an ever-growing crowd of fans and tourists. What were they watching? Four men, albeit extremely handsome men, in varying combinations of jeans, jackets, coats, scarves, hats, gloves, boots, and shoes, moving around trying to stay warm just like the rest of us. They were men who smiled, laughed, teased, occasionally nodded or waved at the crowd.

Then the transformation began. Microphones adjusted, earpieces in place, stances taken, faces calm with focus as the music began and their voices blended to create the magical, unmistakable sound of Il Divo.

As the last strains of “Silent Night” finished they jogged hurriedly into the warmth of the building to begin their final metamorphosis.

As the men disappeared to change into their suits, Susanna suddenly wondered if the stars of the show also changed when they got to the studio. Now dressed in their suits, Susanna watched in fascination as they were ‘groomed’. She’d never really thought about it, even when Urs had his little hair crisis in Toronto, but it took a lot of people to create their image.

This was a much bigger production than she’d imagined. Hair was fixed, make-up applied, mic wires tucked in, clothes were constantly being tugged, tucked, folded, turned back, up, brushed off and this was while they were still inside. ‘Just wait until they get out in that wind.’ Susanna thought with dismay. She imagined four beautiful peacocks, feathers blowing in the wind, as a flock of gray geese ran around frantically trying to perfectly align their plumage.

And this was just for one song. Imagine all the hoopla when they were doing a live hour and a half stage production with scenery and costume changes. And traveling from city to city…often with back-to-back dates, with added interviews, TV appearances, and private publicity parties. Il Divo were becoming real stars!

Back on the street Susanna stood in the crowd, transfixed as they sang. But even as their voices melded in a heavenly fusion of sound, she visualized herself as a tiny snowflake being absorbed by a giant snowball rolling down a steep hill, gathering size and speed as it went. As she gave a shiver she wasn’t entirely sure it was from the cold.

After the show, Susanna waited in the van as the men, again in their casual clothes, signed autographs for the fans that were still waiting. As Steve herded his grinning charges into the car, they waved as they drove off.

“Well, what did you think, did we do good or what?” David was the first to ask.

“I was so surprised by all the people waiting there so long in the cold. You’re really starting to get some die-hard fans aren’t you? And of course you all sounded beautiful. I don’t know how you can possibly sing that early in the morning. I can barely croak hello.” Susanna answered.

“I can vouch for that.” Urs teased, “She’s a real bear until she has her Café Mocha.” he continued knowingly, as Susanna’s color rose.

“Ouch! Until I stop at Starbuck’s…ouch! On the way from my apartment to hers.” Urs rubbed his head where Susanna had been pulling his hair until he told the rest of the story.

“I think the little teacher will make you behave.” Carlos laughed as the rest of the car joined in.

Later than afternoon at the Borders store before the signing, they sang “White Christmas” in Spanish, serenading everyone in the crowded store including Susanna snuggled up in the romance section. Mary the Uber was otherwise engaged.

“Goodnight, Houdini.”

“Goodnight, Bag Boy.”

Susanna closed her door and leaned back on it, not sure if she still needed support or not. Time just seemed to whirl away when he kissed her, leaving only the here and now. As he took control, slowly claiming her mouth it was as if he was imprinting his kiss into her memory, to live in her dreams until morning. And when she dreamt there was not a snowball in sight, only Urs.

Chapter 50
The Lights Go On

“You know what they say,’ save the best till last’.” Susanna quoted as she and the Divos ate breakfast at the coffee shop around the corner from the hotel.

“Well it’s for sure they’ve saved the most.” Seb observed as they looked over their schedules for today.

“Si, Seb and I will need to do the strong shopping this morning for our ladies. It looks like we; have no time for it after 12:00.”

“It’s power shopping, Carlos and we’d better get going. See you guys later.” Seb said, standing up and heading to the front to pay his bill.

“The car’s coming for us at 12:30.” Urs reminded them as they gave a wave of acknowledgment without turning around.

“So David, what are you up to this morning. We’re going ice skating, wanna come with us?” Urs invited.

“Oh that’s OK. I know you guys probably want some time by yourselves.”

“Yeah, us and 148 other skaters tripping, twirling, and bumping around. C’mon David. It’s a quintessential New York City winter experience. It says so right here in the brochure. We’d love for you to come with. Wouldn’t we Urs?” Susanna cajoled as she leaned over to give Urs a quick kiss.

“Of course we would David. Besides if we get lost we’ll be able to find you right away in the crowd.” Urs teased, moving back for the swat he knew would be coming.

“Thanks, buddy.” David said as he offered his arm to Susanna, leaving Urs to follow behind with the bill.

They were still in high spirits in the back of the cab as they rode to the hotel two hours later. The mighty skating stars were returning with rosy cheeks, cold noses, warm hot chocolate filled stomachs, and probably a few bumps and bruises they’d feel by tomorrow. Poor David had been made to listen to the blow by blow of Susanna and Urs’ Ally Pally adventure. But by far the highlight of the morning was the Han Brinker reenactment starring David and Urs. In all fairness is was a tie with Urs falling at the end and David collapsing in laughter beside him on the ice.

The rest of the day they would be in official Il Divo mode. First an interview, indoors thank goodness, then donning their overcoats there was another interview including pictures of them at various locations in the city. It would be run in the newspaper magazine section on Sunday along with another interview showing the up and coming group in and around the Big Apple supposedly shopping and generally posing and looking like their gorgeous selves.

Finally there would be sound check and waiting for the switch to be thrown lighting the huge tree in Rockefeller Center. Then Il Divo would sing Silent Night. The Christmas season would officially begin.

Meanwhile, Susanna was in official MoMA mode and headed for the Museum of Modern Art. She sat in peaceful silence on the bench in the Painting and Sculpture Collection contemplating a portrait by Van Gogh of his postman. I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world… Where had that come from?
She closed her eyes and there was Urs. She looked down at her phone, almost willing it to ring as she looked around for the quiet police, remembering the first time he had called her…said he wanted to see her. Yes, his face was more special than any portrait. It was drawn on her heart.

“Ahem…Urs….. Urs….. we need you to look over here at the camera. Now move a little closer to him. Right. Now turn your left shoulder, yes….that’s good right there. Now hold it.”

Il Divo was standing on the street level above the Rockefeller skating rink posing for one of their magazine pictures. As he tried to focus on the photographer and the camera all he saw was Susanna. She was laughing at him mixing up hands as they skated…teasing him about being Hans Brinker. How he loved her laugh… and when he imagined her being there tonight…

“Uh, Urs, you’re doing that Cheshire cat smile again, a little smaller, less teeth. That’s better. Now hold it. Good.”

Susanna just had time for a quick shower and change into warmer clothes for her walk to Rockefeller Center. Walking was the only way to go since several of the streets near the Center were blocked off for the lighting. It was only five blocks away and with rush hour and all the people heading to the lighting, the sidewalk was practically shoulder-to-shoulder, not even enough space to let in the cold.

Steve had given her an identification pass to use when she got there and she quickly found a security person who checked her through, pointing to a trailer over to the side. Inside, they were in what Susanna thought of as the final countdown, last minute adjustments, spot checks, vocal warm-ups before the blast off.

About all Urs could do when he saw her was flash her a heart-flipping smile since he was still being held captive by the groomer. She wasn’t quite sure if he was ‘touchable’ and since they were in a very public place, she waited for him. When he was released he walked over, took both her hands and gave her a blinky wink smile hello. It reminded her a little of a Cheshire cat.

Then it was time. They were escorted out to a small rectangular, red-carpeted area set up with four microphones on stands and took their places. Susanna followed the others and stood off to the side, turning her head around to take in the magnificent sight. At the end of the rink slept the decorated tree, darkened, waiting to be awakened as a symbol to mark the beginning of another joyous time of celebration. And what a gentle, wondrous way to proclaim the season as the tree came to life with a myriad of tiny lights amid the strains of Silent Night sung by voices as close to angels on the earth. It was truly an OMG moment in the best sense.

Susanna made no apologies for being moved to tears. As she looked at the crowd she could see the same emotions of awe, wonder, and excitement mirrored in many of those near her.

They made their exit as the program ended a few minutes later, holding hands as they walked to the car, and as they drove away Susanna was very grateful that Urs was now huggable.

Since they had an early flight tomorrow they decided, with a little help, to eat together, a last supper so to speak. They were dropped back at the hotel with strict instructions to get their packing done and have an early night, 4:00 AM car pick-up remember!

Urs and Susanna leaned back against the wall of the elevator and breathed a tired sigh. “You know tonight at dinner you looked like you were enjoying yourself.” Urs commented.

“I guess I was. I thought maybe a teacher like me wouldn’t have anything to talk about but it went alright and some of them are so funny. They’re a nice bunch.” Susanna admitted with a mixture of surprise and relief.

“And one more day and we’ll be home.” Urs said wistfully.

“So do you think of London as your home now, Urs?”

“Well I haven’t had much chance to visit my family since the whole Il Divo thing started and even before that I lived in Amsterdam for several years, so yes, I guess I do.” he answered gazing off as if gathering his thoughts.

“But I’ll be glad to get back to familiar places, back into a routine.”

They reached their floor and walked arm in arm towards Susanna’s door.

“From what I’ve seen these past few months I’ve known you, I certainly wouldn’t call that a routine.” Susanna contradicted.

“Well, I just mean having my apartment to go home to most of the time when we’re not traveling, going to the gym, and ….and seeing the same people…like you.”
‘ This is not coming out right at all. How did we ever get on this subject’

“Oh so I’m a routine now, eh?” Susanna said in a teasing voice, and reached out to tickle his ribs.

As they reached her door Urs put his hands on her arms, turning her towards him.

“ No, No that ‘s not what I meant. It’s just that you and I seem to fit together. I feel we’re growing more comfortable and natural with each other and for me that’s the best feeling ever. And…and every day I feel it a little more.”

Reaching up with her hands on his shoulders, Susanna met his mouth in the sweetest, most tender kiss she could remember.
“It is the best feeling ever. Goodnight Bag Boy. I’ll see you in a few hours.” And she closed the door.

Chapter 51
Splish, Splash

Susanna found sleep nearly impossible as the whirlwind of events this past week kept playing over and over in her mind. She and Urs had such a wonderful time and it just felt right between them.

They had landed back in London at 10 PM Saturday night and made plans to get together later on Sunday. Susanna figured she wouldn’t even set her alarm for church today. They both needed the day to rest from their trip.

But Susanna hadn’t slept well even though Bag Boy Jr. was right beside her trying his best to lull her to sleep. She had finally given up and had just gotten dressed when, true to form, there was a knock on her door at 6:30 am!

There was Urs with two coffees, a newspaper under his arm, and a white sack in his helmet. ‘Oh my, he’s in bedhead mode this morning and looking adorable with a capital A.’

‘At least she doesn’t have on The Pink Robe, though she’d look beautiful to me in a paper sack. I just love her tousled hair and her…bunny slippers!’ Urs smiled at the vision in front of him and leaned forward to give her a quick kiss while he carefully juggled the coffees, breakfast and his helmet.

“Good morning Houdini, I couldn’t sleep and thought I’d come on over so we could have all day together,” Urs announced. “It just didn’t seem right to not be next door to you this morning like we have been all week. I’ve grown accustomed to having you near me.”

Susanna couldn’t hide the big smile on her face, ‘he missed me last night as much as I missed him!’ She felt her face color, wondering if his thoughts had been the same as hers.

Susanna quickly took the coffee and Urs placed his helmet in his usual spot. He went into the kitchen to find plates for the surprise in the white bag. Smiling, he pictured them sitting side by side at the weekly meeting of Chocolate Croissants Anonymous. After being gone all week they’d have to make a run to the local shop later for sure Urs decided as he looked in the fridge. There wasn’t even any milk for cookies!

After their breakfast cleanup they lounged on the sofa where inevitably the subject of their dinner with her parents came up. Susanna teased him about being Urs the Unflappable as he had answered question after question with such ease. Then she made him blush furiously when she thanked him for allowing her to witness the melting of the Ice Queen’s heart! But…who wouldn’t melt after experiencing his romantic, continental charm combined with the beautiful music of Il Divo. It was a lethal combination indeed. They found it much easier to joke and talk about now that Muz and Dad had given their approval of their “friendship.”

As they leaned forward toward the coffee table for the newspaper, their hands touched and their eyes met. Unable to look away, Susanna hesitated, then ran her fingers through his curls before settling back into the sofa with a self-conscious smile.

It was a good thing Urs had Bag Boy to commiserate with right now because Lord knows he needed somebody to talk to.

‘I thought sure she was going to kiss me – that she was becoming comfortable enough to initiate a kiss.’ Urs gritted his teeth in frustration.

‘It’ll happen Urs, you know it will, just be patient with her.’

‘Patient? Patient? Mein Gott I must be made of stone! How much longer do I have to be patient? Can’t she see how she affects me?’

Urs raked his fingers through his Susanna-tousled hair and sighed.

‘Anything worth having is worth waiting for though and Susanna is definitely worth waiting for.’

‘I know, I know. But I’m telling you this right now Bag Boy, whenever that happens she and I are going to have the longest, HOT shower in the history of the world and that’s a promise.’

While on the other side of the sofa Susanna and Houdini were having a téte a téte.

‘Oh how I wanted to kiss him right then but I just couldn’t make the first move.’

‘Why not Susanna?’

‘I’m not brave enough to kiss him first again. I’ve only done that a few times and each time I almost lost myself. It was too scary. I’m not trying that again. But I did run my fingers through his beautiful curls.

‘Not a good idea. In case you hadn’t noticed, he looks sexier than ever now and if you ask me that’s not the look of a contented man. No that’s definitely not contented.’

‘Will I ever get to tousle those curls while he sleeps? to give him that bedhead look myself?’

At that moment Susanna realized this was exactly what she wanted to happen… ‘

After deciding which part of the paper they wanted, Susanna tried to concentrate on the cross-word puzzle, but too many other thoughts were running through her head right now. Maybe her body was still tired from so much sitting. She’s better see what she had in the freezer for supper. As she transferred the beef stew to the crockpot she smiled to herself, ‘Look at me, how domestic I’ve become and it’s so natural – I’m not having to work at it at all and I don’t have to run the menu by him in advance for his approval either.’

But she was still antsy and so was Urs from the way he kept snapping and refolding the newspaper. As she returned to the living room where Urs was absently staring at his newspaper, she walked up behind him and placed her hands on his shoulders, gently massaging them. She could feel how tight and bunched his muscles were.

“I… uh… I think maybe we’d better get to the store,” he groaned, putting down the paper and standing up abruptly and walking over to the window.

“The sidewalks are wet. We’d better take an umbrella.” he said, pulling the curtain back in place.

‘Why in the world is he so jumpy? He’s like a fly on a hot griddle! Oh well, maybe he’s just still tired of sitting after the long flight and he’s right it does look like it’s going to pour any minute now.’

“Got the umbrella. I’m ready.” Susanna announced putting on her coat and scarf.

“OK, but I get to hold it. I’m taller.” Urs said quickly, pushing the string bag toward Susanna unceremoniously.

“Only on the way going, Bag Boy. You don’t want to lose your title do you?” Susanna laughed as she hurried out the door with Urs and the umbrella in hot pursuit.

As they walked huddled together in the light mist they made their mental grocery list. This would prove to be a bad idea.

Who would have thought just a few things would turn into ‘yes sir, yes sir, three bags full’? By the time they left the store Bag Boy could have sworn the temperature had dropped ten degrees. Susanna had the umbrella; that was a good thing. Susanna’s arms, along with the rest of her, were several inches shorter than Urs; that was not a good thing. Even though they only had one more block to go when the heavens opened up, by the time they reached her apartment both of them were already a cup past soggy.

Dropping the bags just inside the door, they began shucking wet shoes and boots. Urs got the worst of it.; he was soaked to the skin.

“Ah, Houdini, can you pull some dry clothes out of your magic hat for me? I didn’t put any extra clothes back in the bike after the last time I needed some.” Urs begged wearing his most innocent little boy smile and extremely clingy jeans.

Laughing as she left the room, Susanna quickly reappeared with the answer to Urs prayers. Well...not exactly.

“Here you go.” Susanna grinned, throwing him some dry clothes.
“I’ll just throw your clothes in the dryer and have them ready for you in a jif.”

Urs looked at the clothes in horror as his brain screamed, ‘OH, NOOOOOO! Not The Pink Robe! I’d rather be exiled to the bathroom naked while my clothes are in the dryer than be caught wearing the dreaded Pink Robe!’

Urs face was fast approaching the color of his red Harley shirt, “Um…Thanks but I think I’ll just wait in the bathroom if that’s alright with you.” as he turned and fled, locking the door with a click.

Susanna bent down and picked up The Pink Robe, discarded in his haste and walked toward the bathroom.

“Urs, I need your wet clothes. Can you hand them out please? “

“Just a minute.” came the muffled reply from behind the locked bathroom door.

Urs couldn’t decide what to do with his underwear.

Do I give her my underwear, too? Maybe I can just hide it here in the cabinet until my clothes are dry and hope they dry out enough to put back on. Hey, maybe there’s a blow-dryer in the cabinet and…wait, OK Urs, act like a man. Just roll your underwear up inside your jeans and try to act like it’s not a big deal. She’s an adult here; she knows you wear underwear. Well… ah, not that the subject of wearing underwear or going commando has ever come up in our relationship!’

Urs was overthinking again.

“Here you go, Houdini” Urs said as he reached around the partially closed door and handed Susanna his clothes.

All of his clothes! Thank goodness she didn’t need to reply. Susanna couldn’t have answered to save her soul once she got a glimpse of his bare, muscled chest and arms.

“Do you mind if I take a shower?” he asked.

Susanna managed to shake her head ‘no’.

As she rounded up some shampoo, conditioner and extra fluffy towels, she pictured him standing in the shower with water and soap suds running down his strong shoulders and muscled chest, across his tight, flat belly. Turning and raising his arms, he leaned his head back rinsing the shampoo from his hair as the water cascaded down the rippling muscles of his firm, smooth back. ‘Someday… I hope I can wash it for him… What is wrong with you Susanna? Get a grip!’ Oh the curse of being a visual learner!

Twenty minutes later, his clothes were dried, folded and handed back to him around the bathroom door again and…, ‘oh my gosh, those were the sexiest little red undies I’ve ever seen.’ Susanna blushed, as the door clicked shut.

Chapter 52
Internal Clock

“This feels much better now.” Urs said as he strolled into the kitchen, obviously following his nose. Susanna had soup simmering on the stove and was buttering bread for toasted cheese sandwiches. ‘Nothing like soup and sandwiches on a cold, rainy day.’ she thought as she turned on the oven.

Urs headed straight for the pot on the stove. As Susanna watched in amusement, he lifted the lid, sniffed and crowed like a rooster.

“I thought we’d eat in here where it’s warmer.” she explained, setting the table with plates, bowls, and silverware.

“I’ll get a fire started so the living room will be nice and warm for our nap…er… I mean movie.” Urs teased, bending to kiss her neck on his way out.

By the time lunch was finished and the kitchen cleaned up, the crackling fire had transformed the room from cold to cozy.

Urs settled himself on the couch with several pillows behind his back and pulled Susanna close to him with her back to his chest. As they snuggled up to each other; the sound of the crackling fire, along with the little amount of sleep they had gotten on the plane began to catch up with them.

“This one has an actor in it that reminds me of you somehow - James Dean. Maybe it’s your long hair.” Susanna said leaning her head back and looking at Urs as she spoke.

‘Look at that smug grin on his face.’ she chuckled to herself as she handed him the Wand of Power. Then as Susanna burrowed deeper into the circle of his strong arms wrapped around her, Urs pressed the “Play” button on the remote.

His fingers explored the soft curving flesh of her arms and neck. The scent of her hair was delicious as he inhaled deeply. He couldn’t remember feeling more content than he was at this moment. Cupping her face gently with his long-fingered hands he turned her head, insisting she meet the hazel warmth of his eyes. He had worked up the courage and it was now or never.

Susanna turned as Urs placed his hands tenderly on either side of her face. He was gazing into her soul as he said with a deep sigh, “I can’t keep this to myself any longer. I’m in love with you, mein Schatz. My heart physically aches when we’re apart. After being with you all week I thought I’d go crazy last night after I left you.” Searching her face for a response he saw her eyes glistening with tears. “I don’t mean to scare you Susanna. Please tell me how you feel?”

As she looked into his loving, almond shaped eyes he saw a single tear fall slowly down her cheek. Gently brushing it away, he rubbed his thumb across her lips. As she smiled up at him he felt his own tears start to fall. He needed to shout out to the world that they were in love - that they would make it. Urs tenderly placed a hidden kiss on the corner of her mouth.

Susanna had never before felt like this. Never! The kiss deepened as she met him with the same urgency. He nipped and teased her lips, gently running his tongue along her bottom lip encouraging her to let him in.

He hadn’t wanted to scare her off but he had to let her know how special she was to him. Life was too short not to tell her how he felt. He’d taken a big chance, said what needed to be said, and she had returned his affection!! Urs felt 10 feet tall right now!

Their bodies were begging for more contact as Susanna shyly slipped her small hand under the lower edge of his t-shirt just at the top of his jeans. His stomach jumped and he held his breath as she timidly explored the softness of his skin contrasting with the hardness of his muscles along with the rough texture of the hair that went upward from his beltline.

Her fingers were splayed across his stomach as she’d explored and caressed every inch of his chest and stomach. Susanna ran her hand up to the soft skin just below his shoulder and clung to him as if her life depended on it. As she slowly worked her hand back down carefully kneading the bunched muscles of his chest, Urs hands remained on her back and arms rubbing, stroking, to let her know he would let her set the pace.

He wanted her to feel totally safe and comfortable with him. He could bear anything now even this exquisite torture, because he knew that she loved him, too!

Susanna became aware that his breathing pattern had changed just as she was slowly removing her hand from under his t-shirt. Urs held his breath when he realized what she’d been doing. However, he didn’t open his eyes from his nap until after she had completely removed her hand.

Urs was dumbfounded - his declaration of love to Susanna had only been a dream. It felt so real…so right.

What am I saying? Am I falling in love with her? Is that what this is? Am I already in love with the lady? And now that I think on it in the dream she never actually said she loved me, did she? She just smiled and cried.

Susanna’s face was burning as she sat up and turned away from him.

I can’t believe he almost caught me! And what in the world was I thinking touching him like that? First I was imagining him in the shower and now this! Is this the new Susanna trying to break free?

“ Oooo…ahhhhh,,,Sorry I missed the last part of the movie.” Urs said as he stood up and stretched.
“We’ll have to watch it again sometime. I guess I was more tired than I’d realized!”

Urs started poking the fire and rearranging the logs while Susanna checked on the progress of the crockpot. Satisfied that supper was about ready, she started to set the table.

Urs wandered back into the kitchen and began banging around opening cupboard doors and looking in drawers, muttering to himself. Finally he asked, “Where did the candles and the lighter go? Have you moved them since the last time I was here?”

“No, I don’t think so. The lighter should be in the right hand drawer next to the dishwasher and look…there’s the candles right up on top of the fridge where I always keep them. You must still be half asleep, Urs. Maybe you’d better go splash some cold water on your face to wake yourself up.” Susanna suggested as she headed to the freezer in search of cookies! Mmm, they’d taste great after supper warmed in the microwave along with a glass of cold milk.

“Urs, what kind of cookies would you like for dessert?” Susanna hollered, stepping into the hall and looking toward the bathroom door.

“I ..uh..oh, just surprise me.” Urs answered back over the sound of running water.

He must really be out of it. That’s the first time he’s ever said that. And here I thought with all the traveling he’s done, he’d be better at coping with time changes than I am.

“Feeling better now?”

“Yes, much better thanks.” said Urs helping himself to beef stew and homemade bread, after ‘bless the cooks’ of course.

“I read somewhere that when you travel it takes a while for your internal clock to catch up with the time your brain tells you.”

Urs didn’t know about his internal clock catching up to his brain, but he was sure his heart just had.

“Mmmmmm….these warm cookies are magical Houdini!” Urs raved as he reached for his fourth chocolate crinkle cookie.

“And they’ll be giving you magical nightmares along with a stomach ache. Enough.” Susanna said, snapping on the plastic lid and taking them back to the kitchen.

“Besides, I only zapped them in the microwave a few seconds.”

Oops, I don’t think I should have told him that. Now he’ll be eating even more. I may have created a monster here…a cookie monster.

She burst out laughing.

“What’s so funny?”

“I was just thinking of a new name for you. Urs the cookie monster!” Susanna giggled, pointing at Urs.

“Well, you’re the one who got me addicted to them so you’re partly to blame.” He said over his shoulder as he carried their glasses to the sink.

“Tomorrow it’s back to the real world.” Susanna sighed as she dried the glasses Urs had just washed.

“I know, but at least if we have an early night it will help get us back into a routine.” Urs reasoned.

“I’ll call you tomorrow night and let you know what our schedule for the week looks like. Do you have anything big coming up this week?”

“Nothing other than the usual pre-Christmas craziness: presents for the parents, wild children, catching up…I’d better stop now or I’ll be the one having nightmares.”

Urs stopped at the door and bent down to kiss her. “Thanks for pulling dry clothes out of your magic dryer, Houdini.”

“Any time, Bag Boy.” Susanna reached up to return his kiss.

Susanna closed the door, and then suddenly opened it again. Urs was at the end of the hall.

“Do you always wear red?”

With a head shake/eye roll a grinning, Urs bounded down the stairs and into the night.

Chapter 53
Busy, Busy

Thank God for substitutes like Jody. Susanna knew that the children’s routine had been followed and wonder of wonders she’d even graded papers! This time of the year everyone, including the teachers, sometimes got a little crazy so keeping to a routine really helped cut down on behavior problems.

Now all she needed to do in the next week and a half was report cards, find time for the children to work on their illustrated calendars they were giving their parents, and celebrate their ‘Winter Celebrations’ unit, formerly ‘Christmas Around the World’ before political correctness invaded academia. The only real changes had been to add Hanukkah and Kwanzaa. As she sat at her desk after school, planning, she suddenly thought of Urs. Not that he didn’t creep unbidden into her mind whenever, but this was actually a ‘legitimate’ thought so to speak. She’d invite him to talk about Christmas traditions in Switzerland. Maybe she could even convince him to sing something in German for them. The children would love it and she knew he would too. She could hardly wait to ask him tonight when he called.

It was late when she finally heard from Urs. She’d been to the gym, had dinner and had her book bag packed up for school tomorrow when he buzzed from the lobby. ‘Aw, he missed me so much he just had to come over instead of call. Isn’t he sweet?’

“Hi, Bag Boy!” Susanna threw open the door, ready for an enthusiastic hug/kiss combo.

“Hi,” Urs the Unstarched said limply, giving her a quick kiss as he walked in, shrugged out of his jacket, threw it on the sofa and plopped down.

Susanna’s felt her stomach drop to the floor. ‘Uh oh, what have I done now?’ she wondered nervously. She cautiously joined him on the sofa, sitting very straight and not very close.

“Are you mad at me for something?” she heard herself asking in a small voice. ‘Please don’t let this be happening again. Please,’ she prayed silently.

“Huh? What? Oh… oh no it’s not you it’s this…. this schedule,” Urs growled, pulling some papers from his jacket pocket.

“What made you think I was mad at you?” he asked, genuinely bemused.

Susanna hesitated and was finally about to answer when Urs gave her an ‘aha’ look. “Oh no, God no. I could never be…. is that what… no… of course not,” as he pulled her into his arms and gave her a proper kiss. Holding her face in his hands he looked into her eyes. “If I’m ever mad at you, Susanna, I’ll come right out and tell you why and I expect you to do the same. OK?…Promise?” Susanna nodded.

“Then what’s wrong with your schedule then?” she wanted to know, feeling much
happier.

“It’s just too full. They’ve got us going all over the place right up until Christmas. Look.” He unfolded the papers and started pointing. “Tomorrow morning we go to France until Friday afternoon.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad,” Susanna said cheerfully.

“No wait there’s more. Then we leave again Sunday night for Germany and we’re not back until…” he turned the stapled page over and folded it back... “Tuesday night. Schiesse!”

“When did you say you’re leaving for Florida?”

Susanna looked at his schedule again. “Our last day of school is Wednesday. The day after you get back from Germany. I fly out the next day, the 19th. Rats! That means you’ll only have one day.”

“What about Saturday and part of Sunday. We can see each other then too,” Urs reasoned.

“No, I mean Wednesday is the only day you could come to school. You see we’re doing this unit on celebrations in different countries and I was going to ask you to come and talk to the class about how you celebrate Christmas in Switzerland. I mean do you think you could, that is if you’re not scheduled for something that day?” Susanna ended breathlessly.

“Ja, I’ll be there if I can. I might not know until that week. Is that alright?” Urs asked hopefully.

“Sure, I just won’t say anything to the class until you know for sure. Even then I just might leave you as a surprise. They’ll be so excited.” “Now about this weekend. Saturday will you let me take you on a mystery tour? Please oh please?” Susanna begged.

“Is it going to be scary like Jack the Ripper? Maybe you’ll need to hold on to me really tight so you can protect me,” he teased.

“No it won’t be scary. How could it be it’s… OH you tricker you! You almost got it out of me. I’m not saying any more!” And with that she pretended to zip her mouth and turn a key at the corner saying, “Zip it, lock it, put it in your pocket.”

“Oh that’s too bad. I guess you won’t be able to answer if I ask you out for New Years Eve then will you?” standing up and grabbing his jacket.

Susanna yanked him back down of the sofa and gave him what she hoped was a toe curling kiss, at least it was for her.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” a rather breathless Urs grinned.

Holding her planner and taking a page from Aunt Alta’s book, they adjourned to the kitchen for cookies and hot chocolate. Well, you have to keep your strength up for all this scheduling don’t you?

Marian and John Nelson’s anniversary was on December 26th and they had a tradition of taking a trip to celebrate. Susanna originally thought she’d stay on several extra days, relaxing and working on her tan. Then she heard Urs plans.

He was also going home for Christmas. He’d be leaving the day after Susanna and returning on the 27th. Susanna suddenly had plans to return to London on the same day. Imagine that!

It was almost Tuesday by now, so with packing left to do and a morning flight, Urs and Susanna ended their night much more enthusiastically than it began. Only four more days till Friday.

Chapter 54
Two Charmers

“No, Jeremy, don’t eat all your raisins. You’ll need some for the flames on the menorah.” The topic of today’s winter celebration was Hanukkah. Each child had a napkin on their desk with a piece of bread spread with peanut butter. Susanna had given them thin pretzel sticks to make their menorah, the special candleholder used to celebrate the eight days of Hanukkah. First there was a straight line of pretzels for the base of the candleholder. Then they’d placed four sticks standing up on each side with a shorter stick in the middle. This ‘candle’ was used to light each of the other candles every night. The raisins would be the flames on the candles. Calling the children up on the rug, she read the story and then they could return to their seats and eat a delicious visual to hopefully help them remember what they’d learned.

TGIF! Surprisingly the week had flown by, although Susanna would never admit that to Urs. The school activities coming fast and furious had helped, then there was finding time to knit his scarf, trying to think of something more to get him, and then her own present to herself.

The puke green Panda was no more. Woo hoo! Lincoln had freed the slaves! Tuesday after school she’d gone car shopping. She’d not touched a penny of the money from the accident until now, but what better way to use it than to rid herself of this constant reminder of Bruce. A car like this must had been lurking in her subconscious for a while because she had no qualms asking, no change that, telling the salesman exactly what she wanted. Also she’d wisely not mentioned financing the car. That way she could get the best deal, since they assumed she’d be financing the car. She’d had to almost bite her tongue in half to keep herself from telling Urs over the phone. What a surprise he’d get when he saw it! Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough – a mystery tour in a mystery car.

Then as if getting used to driving the new car wasn’t enough, she’d screwed up her courage and visited the Forum a few times looking at the interviews in hopes of finding a little slip or hint that she existed. She found none: no “Yes, I’m seeing someone,” “We all have girlfriends,” not even a “Maybe.” ‘It will come. I know it. He’s just waiting for the right time.’

She hoped the time had flown for him too. He’d managed only one email, but he’d called every night, late. They were making several appearances with Celine Dion promoting their duet with her. He seemed to be quite excited and loved singing with such a well-known star, but by Thursday she could also hear the tiredness in his voice. He was going to call when he got in. ‘I know I should tell him to just get some sleep and we’ll have all day Saturday together, but I’ve missed him so much. I’ll send him home early.’ She promised herself.

“Hi Houdini.” There was that beautiful smile, but she could see the tiredness in his eyes and hear it in his voice. If Daddy were here he’d probably describe him as ‘being ridden hard and put away wet.’

“Hi Bag Boy. Welcome back.” She smiled, winding her arms around him gently, allowing her energy and comfort to cover him like a safe warm blanket. She could feel Urs sigh as he relaxed, holding her as if gathering strength from her embrace.

The hidden kiss he gave her was like a special shy reawakening after a long absence. His lips felt like velvet as they feathered across her mouth, seeking the perfect spot to place a tender but thorough kiss.

“So you think it went well then?” Susanna asked as, still hugging, they walked over to the sofa and sat down.

“She was so amazing to work with and such a nice person,” Urs said as he took off his jacket. “We really squeezed a lot into a few days though.”

“You really look beat,” Susanna said tucking an imaginary curl back in place.
“Think you’re too tired for a cookie? Silly me you may be tired but you’re not dead yet?” she laughed getting up and heading for the kitchen. “Want me to make some coffee to help you stay awake?” Susanna asked, poking her head back into the living room.

“Ugh! No! I’ve had so much today it must be running through my veins. Do you have any tea?”

“Urs, get serious. This is England after all. One cup of tea coming right up.”

“Mmmm, this is good,” Urs took a cautious sip of the hot tea and leaned back into he sofa.

“It’s chamomile with a little lemon and honey. I’ll be right back with the cookies.”

‘Now what kind of cookies go with chamomile tea? Knowing Urs, any kind,’ Susanna supposed. Putting a few oatmeal raisin and some ginger crinkles on a plate she threw in a lemon bar just for the heck of it. Since they’d just come from the freezer she popped them into the microwave for a minute.

“There now. This should wake you up a bit… or not.” Placed neatly at the side of the sofa were Urs’ boots. Placed neatly on the coffee table was the saucer with the almost empty cup of chamomile tea. Placed not quite so neatly on the sofa was Urs, sound asleep. Susanna couldn’t remember seeing such a sweet sight.

Setting the plate down on the coffee table, she went to the linen closet and came back with two pillows and a blanket. He was in leaning tower of Pisa mode and fortunately, for him, had been sitting in the middle of the sofa. Susanna put the pillows at one end and carefully lifted his feet onto the other end, causing the campanile of the leaning tower to fall softly onto the pillows. Giving a little half asleep/awake moan, the tower settled into the spongy softness of the sofa cushions. Bending down, Susanna kissed his temple, covered the sleeping man/child, turned out the lights and quietly went to bed.

Urs was dreaming, wonderful delicious dreams of fragrant coffee and ….cinnamon rolls? His eyes fluttered open, he was still dressed and on a sofa…Susanna’s sofa… and it was daylight! He threw his feet to the floor and sat up, stretching and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He could hear noises from the kitchen. Quietly he tiptoed to the bathroom and closed the door, but not before sampling a few cookies still sitting there from last night.

“Ich werde Sie Susanna segnen. Bless you Susanna.” He offered up as he saw the bath towel, wash cloth, new toothbrush and toothpaste sitting next to the shower.

Ten minutes later a new, improved and wide awake Urs entered the kitchen to greet Susanna sitting at the kitchen table, already on her second cup of coffee.

“Good morning, Houdini. I’m sorry I fell asleep on you. You should have woken me up.” Urs the Unshaven apologized as he bent down to steal a kiss and a cinnamon roll. Susanna had other ideas. With her hands firmly planted in his still damp curls, she stole a kiss of her own, one considerably longer than Urs expected, judging by his response. It was a Cheshire cat with a rather amazed expression who threw a leg over the chair and sat down.

“We leave in fifteen minutes.” She announced glancing at her watch.

‘Now I know what Seb, Carlos, and David feel like.’ Urs felt a little conscience-stricken.

“Don’t worry. We’ll have time to stop by your apartment so you can change. We’re meeting someone for lunch and then we have an appointment for 1:30.” she continued.

Yes, Urs could definitely relate.

‘Urs must be able to hear my heart thumping’ Susanna thought as they rode the elevator down to the apartment garage. As they walked to the Panda’s parking spot Urs stopped dead in his tracks.

“Do you like it? It’s an early Christmas present to myself. I was thinking of getting a black one but I think I like this color better. What do you think? Isn’t it cute?”

‘Cute? Cute?’ “Mein Gott woman! It’s….it’s…”



“a BMW Z4 Roadster with a 3 liter engine, 255 HP, manual 6 speed. Close your mouth Urs, you’ll catch flies. If you like you can drive it to your apartment, but then it’s my turn.” Susanna directed, tossing him the keys.

She was trying so hard to act nonchalant but she couldn’t stand it any longer. As Urs opened the door for her she grabbed him by the arms and started jumping up and down chanting, “Isn’t it beautiful? Isn’t it beautiful? A grinning, laughing Urs nodded in agreement. It was indeed beautiful and so was the owner.

As he turned the key and the engine purred to life he turned to look at her. ‘What had happened to the apologetic Susanna who had practically given him whiplash in that ugly green car on the way to Borough Market? All he knew was the one sitting next to him was the one he loved.

Susanna waited in the car while Urs ran in to change and have a quick shave. He thought her decision also might have a bit to do with her claiming the driver’s seat almost before he’d vacated it.

He was impressed with her driving as they sped straight north up the A1. Arriving at the Crown pub in Buckden just after 11:30. They were meeting Father Mike for lunch. Susanna had given Urs a little background so he’d feel more at ease. Father Mike had been her parish priest ever since she’d moved to England and had married Bruce and her. He was also a good personal friend.

Urs wasn’t sure what he was expecting but it wasn’t the slightly balding, man dressed in ordinary clothes. With those twinkling blue eyes, friendly smile and hearty laugh, leprechaun suddenly sprang to mind. Susanna greeted him with a big hug and a kiss and his strong handshake spoke of fitness, energy, and a long acquaintance with physical labor.

In some ways he reminded Susanna of Urs. Father Mike spoke in the soft brogue of Cork but when he was excited or emotional, especially during a sermon or when he was telling a story, his accent would thicken. He was also a good singer, not of the operatic variety, but a decent Irish tenor to be sure. In fact, he often would sing a wedding song during ceremonies he performed. Bruce, however, had declined the offer at their wedding.

Over their ploughman’s lunch, Susanna caught Father Mike up on her parents recent adventures, and then turned the attention to Urs and Il Divo. She had wondered what would happen when these two charmers got together; now she knew. Though playing to different audiences, they had much in common, especially the music. Why had Urs never mentioned singing in the church choir as a little boy to her? And Susanna had to mention it was time to leave twice before she could get their heads out from under the hood of her new car. If they didn’t get a move on they’d be late for their mystery date.

Chapter 55
Ship of the Fens

Ely Cathedral – “Wherever you went in the Fen country you had only to look up and see it there, riding the sky like a great ship."
Pulling off in a lay by Susanna and Urs gazed at Ely Cathedral: the site of the mystery tour.



“Isn’t it magnificent?” Susanna’s glistening eyes proclaimed how special it was to her. It reminds me so much of Chartres. You’re just driving along for miles of flat countryside and then all of a sudden there it is, rising above the landscape from every direction.

“So what is this Fen country?” Urs asked.

“Basically this area was originally the largest swampland in England. See how black and rich the soil is? That’s from the silting up of many of the rivers and streams that run into the North Sea. It wasn’t until about 400 years ago that they figured out how to drain it. Until then a lot of it was underwater. That’s where it got it’s name Ely - from all the eels they would catch here.

“So we’re going on a mystery tour of the cathedral.” Urs guessed as they parked across the street from the cathedral.



“Yes and no.” Susanna said opening the trunk and handing a cloth shopping bag to Urs. This time it was already full he noticed.
“You remember all those black and gold drawing-like pictures of medieval men and women in my apartment? When important or wealthy people were buried, the tombs were covered with a brass memorial to that person. The pictures you saw are called brass rubbings, and we’re going to do one today.”

“Aren’t they hard to do? I’m not very good at art.” Urs worried as he followed her into the cathedral and over to one of the side aisles.



“Easy as rubbing a penny, Bag Boy and you’ll even get some exercise.” Susanna stopped in the middle of the aisle next to a brass plaque engraved with the picture of a man. It was about six feet long and screwed into the stone floor with brass screws.

“Oh yes, there you are Bishop Goodryke.”



Below the row of stained glass windows running the length of the side aisle, stone niches for sitting had been cut out. Susanna put her bag on one of them. Urs helped her unroll heavy paper with a dull black finish and tape it over the brass plate.

“There we are, all set. Here’s a rubber pad to kneel on. Now pick a side and work your way up. Just take your crayon and start rubbing the heck out of it, but be sure you don’t miss any spots and always rub in the same direction. Got it?” Urs nodded. He thought he got it.

After about fifteen minutes of rubbing, they’d both warmed up enough in the cold church to take off their jackets. Tourists paused, then moved on as Urs and Susanna worked quietly in comfortable togetherness listening to the echo of their voices and the silence of them gone.

“Whew! We’re almost done. I’m ready for a break. How about you?” Susanna stood up and rubbed her knees.

Leaning back against the stone seat, Urs smiled in amazement as Susanna calmly produced a thermos of hot chocolate and cookies from her magic bag. How he loved that woman!

“Look.” Susanna pointed in wonder as the sun broke through the clouds, sending the glorious rainbow pattern of the stained glass streaming down across the wall to the stone floor and onto the rubbing.



“You really like old places like this don’t you, Susanna?” Urs asked softly, moving over and drawing her close.

Susanna hesitated, then fiddled with her fingers as she began. “I guess they remind me of the importance of tradition, things that last; it’s comforting to know you can depend on them to be standing there for centuries, just waiting for you. To me, they’re like a reminder to honor your own commitments, your own promises no matter what, and if something falls down they save what they can and rebuild. In fact I’ll show you how they did that right here when we’re done. My gosh ! I didn’t mean to run on like that. Sorry.”

‘There you go again Susanna getting all emotional… just listen to yourself talking about commitments and promises…if something falls down they save what they can and rebuild. But isn’t that just what you’re doing? Aren’t you trying to step way from the ruins and rebuild your life?

Urs heart went out to Susanna as she stood up abruptly and began to scurry around putting things away in an attempt to hide her embarrassment. All he wanted to do right now was hold her and comfort her but instinctively he knew she wanted him to pretend he hadn’t noticed.

“I always leave the face until last. I love to suddenly see this person from another century looking at me.” Susanna admitted bashfully, shifting the focus back to a safer subject.

As if on cue, the organ hit a note and the cathedral choristers began to practice. Suddenly Urs closed his eyes and sat back on his heels, lost in the angelic sounds filling every corner of the massive building. Susanna could tell from his expression that Urs the Choir Boy had returned home and to be able to share this moment with him filled her heart with inexpressible joy.

They finished up in silence while the choir practice continued, not wanting to break the spell of this magical concert.

“There’s one more thing.” Susanna whispered, taking Urs hand and leading him to stand in the crossing, the physical center of the cathedral. Looking up, he saw an enormous octagonal skylight.



“It’s called the Lantern. The original tower was stone but it fell in and they couldn’t afford to replace it so they filled in the hole with those eight huge oak timbers and stained glass. Just look at the light that comes through now. See, even though it fell down they rebuilt it with something even more beautiful.”

Yes, Urs did see. What he saw was Susanna rebuilding her life and the light he saw in her was incredibly beautiful. Tenderly folding her into his chest, with his arms holding fast, he offered her a kiss filled with comfort, understanding, and love as the rainbow of colors moved over them.



Susanna may have still been in charge of the Mystery Tour but Urs was in heaven. He was behind the wheel. It was a win-win situation. She could enjoy revisiting several of her favorite little villages while he could enjoy putting the sporty little roadster through its’ paces.

“Do you have a romantic place for dinner in that magic hat of yours?”

“I think I know just the place: The Plough. It a beautiful little pub that’s even mentioned in one of Charles Dickens’ novels.”

Although not overly tall, Urs had to practically duck his head as they entered. The double fireplace to the left was so large you could have walked inside it, and the warmth from the blazing logs filled the tiny reception room. Urs chose a table in the corner as they waited to be seated in the main dining room. Since he’d ‘volunteered’ to finish the drive home, Susanna sipped a sherry while he chose club soda.

Susanna was so relaxed, sitting there as Urs soothing caressed her hands she could feel her eyes about to close when suddenly he blurted, “You remember we’re going to be together for New Years? Yes?”

“Yes, I remembered that, Urs.” Susanna smiled.

“Well, I was wondering if…I mean…Would you go on a trip with me? I mean a little vacation …including New Years? It would be my Christmas gift to you. I think you would like it wery much. It will be cold…I mean where we’re going. And for New Years a long gown. Yes?” Urs looked up hopefully.

“When would…”

“I thought we could leave the 28th and return…when do you have to be back?”

“School starts back the 6th of January so by the 5th. Now if I…”

“Two rooms, side by side if I can.”

“It seems you’ve thought of everything, as usual, Urs.” Susanna said with a smile. “So yes, thank you I’d love to go away with you to…”

“a mystery location, Miss Tricker. So don’t you dare try that again.” Urs warned with a smile as he zipped his lip with his finger.

An hour later they were back on the road and to Urs' relief Susanna had finally given up trying to find out where they were going. She hadn’t given up easily though. It had taken until the dessert course.

“So what did you think of the mystery tour?” Susanna quizzed, as if she were giving Urs a test.

Urs looked over and squeezed her hand.
“It was magical, Houdini.” said his Isabel voice.

‘I may not be able to wheedle any information out of you about the trip but you’re not getting off so easily there Mr. Buhler.’ Susanna thought stubbornly.

“Well, exactly what part was so magical?” She asked, pressing him for details.

Urs had his answers ready and waiting.

“First of all I rode in your new car and that was magical.
Secondly, I met your friend Father Mike and that was magical.
Then, I saw beautiful Ely cathedral, did brass rubbing, heard the choristers practicing and saw the exquisite rainbow colors of the stained glass and that was magical.
Next, I had a delicious dinner and have been allowed to drive your new car and that was magical.
And last, I asked you to come away with me on a mystery holiday and you said yes my magical Susanna.”

“But how do you know that …” Susanna’s brain just caught up to her mouth.

Urs finished her thought in his head, ‘Some day soon I will show you Susanna and it will be magical.’

Chapter 56
Sweet Dreams

“Well, if it isn’t Bag Boy the Traveling Salesman. Sorry, I don’t think I need anything today.” Susanna joked as she opened the door and saw Urs’ suitcase.

Urs shut the door and set his suitcase in the spot usually reserved for his helmet. He continued to close the gap between them with a slow exaggerated prowl usually reserved for the concerts. ‘He has that move down pat. No practice required there.’ Then the smile began…shy to cute to OMG sexy. ‘I wonder if he practices that in the mirror. He must.’ The giggle that was just about to escape was suddenly silenced with Urs’ kiss. The only thought that momentarily crossed Susanna’s mind was that they needed a lot of practice here.

A few breathless minutes later Susanna attempted to refocus. Her efforts were not very successful.
“I think we need to practice…”
‘AARGGHHHH what am I saying!’
“I mean we need to get started so you can practice shopping for those Christmas gifts for your family. We don’t have very much time if I need to have you to the airport by 7:00.”

“Ja, you’re right.” Urs agreed with a knowing smile as he opened the door for her. Behind her back, he scratched his head and silently mouthed ‘practice shopping?’.

As Susanna walked in front of him toward the elevator she whispered a prayer of gratitude that as a woman she went first. Already on sensory overload, she didn’t think she could quite handle the sight of Butt Boy’s cute sashaying behind and neat little ponytail.

The Oxford Street Experience, decorated with thousands of festive lights is perhaps the focal point of shopping during the Christmas season. Picture about a mile and a half of shops for clothes, records, games, and of course huge department stores with colorful shopping windows.

As they exited the tube station, their ‘practice’ shopping instantly became power shopping, after all they only had a few hours. Urs had done his homework though so that made it much easier. From his Il Divo experience he was used to traveling light so he’d made good choices for his family.

In just a couple of hours they’d managed to get some beautiful cashmere lined leather gloves for his father and a backgammon set for his brother. Then they’d made a little foray over to Regent Street to Liberty’s for some scarves for his sisters. Finally at Susanna’s suggestions Urs had chosen a gorgeous wool, silk, cashmere blend pashmina in pale beige for his mother. Susanna had also gotten a pashmina for Muz and found a book on the American Civil War in a rare books shop. Urs thought it was fortunate the bookshop was their last stop or else he’d be buying last minute Christmas gifts in Switzerland. Finally he’d had to take matters into his own hands and gave Susanna a time limit.

They’d stopped for a bite to eat at the Tottenham, the only pub on Oxford Street or so it claimed, and then hopped on the tube station just across the street.

By the time they got back to Susanna’s apartment there wasn’t much time to spare. While Urs checked the airplane’s on time status and freshened up a bit, Susanna got a small cookie ‘care’ package ready, complete with the familiar caveat: share.

Susanna, at Urs’ request, was just dropping him off at the airport. He’d be catching up with the rest of the guys and Susanna wasn’t sure if there would be fans waiting but it would be awkward saying goodbye in public anyway so she was relieved.

Holding onto his jacket tightly, she entrusted her mouth to his gentle caress as he softly ran the back of his fingers up and down her cheeks. With consummate tenderness Urs let his tongue flicker between Susanna’s parted lips that welcomed him. They explored the sweetness of each other in a slow, lingering kiss. He captured her lips again, this time with a hungry urgency that left them both breathless when it ended.

As Susanna released her grip their gazes met and locked. Urs took her hand and slowly kissed her palm, then tenderly folded each finger over in turn to capture the kiss.

“It’s time.” he said turning to his suitcase.
Susanna nodded.

She pulled up to the Lufthansa departure gate and left the engine running as she popped the trunk. Urs hopped out and unloaded his luggage from the back. He leaned in for one last kiss.
“I’ll call you when I get there, Houdini.”
“Have a safe trip, Bag Boy.”
Susanna rolled the window half-way up, then stopped. “And don’t forget to share.”
Urs turned, grinned, and blinky winked.

“Hey Urs, Wait up!” David called, slamming the taxi door.
“Was that who I think it was?” he grinned following Susanna’s car with his eyes until it was gone.

“Yes, it was Susanna. We’ve been out Christmas shopping on Oxford Street this afternoon so I asked her to drop me off.” Urs explained as they made their way into the terminal and headed toward the check-in queue.

“But I thought you said she had some little old green car she was practicing in.” David looked confused.

“She just bought this one last week, a Christmas present to herself she said.” Urs was surprised by how proud he felt that Susanna had taken this step.

“Have you driven it?” David asked, obviously impressed.

“Ja, we took it for a run in the country yesterday and it handles like a dream.” Urs smiled as he recalled their mystery trip.

“You don’t suppose there’s any chance I could get on her Christmas list is there?” David inquired half-jokingly.

“Not a chance, but she did send us some cookies.” Urs offered in consolation as he set his bag on the weighing platform and handed in his ticket and passport.

“She made you promise to share again didn’t she.” David concluded as they continued to the security station.

Urs nodded, sheepishly.

David could hardly wait to share the word about Susanna’s new car, having gleaned more details from Urs as they waited in the VIP lounge for Seb and Carlos. Urs sat in slightly embarrassed silence waiting for the light hearted ribbing to start but none was forthcoming. Seb it seemed was impressed with Urs shopping trip, David was impressed with the number of gears and the horsepower, and Carlos was impressed that Susanna had bought a new car in the first place. Urs, however, was most impressed that they’d all sensed his special feelings for Susanna and had chosen not to tease him.

It was after midnight when Urs called from his hotel with the good news. He’d checked their schedule with Steve and for sure he’d be at school on Wednesday to visit with the children.

“Süße Träume, Houdini.”
“Sweet dreams, Bag Boy.”

And as Susanna gave Bag Boy Jr. an extra tight squeeze they both dreamed of Christmas in Switzerland in three more days.

Chapter 57
Gifts and Songs

As Susanna unpacked her book bag Monday morning it suddenly came to her! The problem of what to get Urs besides the scarf had been solved. Why hadn’t she thought of it before? He needed a laptop case! He was always just tucking it under his arm as a carryon, but now that he had acquired his new Bing Cherry friend, he’d run out of arms.



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Woo hoo! Susanna gave a holler and collapsed onto the sofa. The living room looked like the scene of a snowball fight using newspapers for ammunition but Urs gift was ready.



She’d wrapped the hand-knitted cashmere scarf in red tissue paper and put it inside the laptop bag. Then she’d placed the bag back in its original box and continued packing it in progressively larger boxes, using the newspapers to cushion the empty spaces so there wouldn’t be any telltale rattles.

The final result was a box about three feet square, wrapped in black paper. The crowning touch was the many cutouts of Yngwie Malmsteen Fender Guitars in every imaginable color decorating the sides of the box. A child’s plastic guitar served as a bow.

Susanna wisely had overplanned every minute for the day on Tuesday. It was the only way to make it go faster, especially after he called last night, reminding her as they said goodnight that he’d come by tomorrow no matter how late he got back.

As the children feverishly finished their gift calendars she had them printing their hands on brown craft paper to be used for wrapping.

Today had been Christmas in Spain. What fun it would have been for Carlos or Gerry to have been there…maybe next year.

Then each child had made a necklace using red curling ribbon and a large jingle bell.



They’d worn them as she read The Polar Express. After the story, the class had lined up their chairs and pretended to ride again on the Polar Express train as they drank cocoa and ate cookies.



Why hadn’t she thought to save this for tomorrow when Urs would be here? There he was again walking, no, strutting into her brain without her even noticing and every time she thought of him, it was like getting a hug from the inside out.

Urs had called when they landed and it was after midnight by the time he got to Susanna’s. His present was safely hidden behind her closed bedroom door along with the copy of the Polar Express and a tiny silver jingle bell she’d wrapped, just as in the story. Tomorrow the teacher would share the book with a class of one.

“You feel so good wrapped inside my arms.” Urs murmured as he tucked Susanna’s head up under his chin, slowly rocking back and forth. They could still feel each other’s hearts pounding from their welcoming kisses.
“This is my favorite place to be.” she smiled as she hugged him even tighter.

“What time should I be at school?” Urs asked as he finished his hot chocolate and stole one final cookie.

“How about 1:00? That way you can talk to the class and if you’d like to hang around until school’s out we can go home together…I mean you can come back to the apartment for awhile. Maybe we can get some take away since I’ve about cleaned out the fridge.” Susanna suggested.

“Sounds good to me.” Urs said as he pushed up off the sofa and held his arm out for Susanna to walk him to the door.

“Do you think I could have just a little hint about the trip?” Susanna begged, standing on tiptoes and giving him a kiss.

“Why Miss Nelson are you trying to bribe me?” Urs asked with a chuckle.

Her reply was a nibbling, teasing, tugging kiss that made Urs breath hitch.

“Oh, that was a yes.” Urs’ voice was a bit unsteady. “Time to leave before I spill all my secrets.” Urs said with a wry smile, taking a deliberate step backward.

“Tomorrow Houdini.”

“I’ll be waiting, Bag Boy.”
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“Yeah! Mr. Buhler! “ It was as if Urs were the magnet and the class were the iron filings. He was almost knocked down in their exuberance. Evidently Susanna wasn’t the only one who found him eminently huggable.

After they had settled down on the rug, he had begun by teaching them the traditional Christmas greetings in Switzerland: ‘Joyeux Noel’ (French), ‘Buon Natale’ (Italian), ‘Froehliche Weinachten’ (Swiss-German), and ‘Bellas Festas’ (Romansh).

Next he told them about Saint Nicholas Day on December 6 when he leads a donkey laden with baskets full of treats and toys for children. Schmutzli is St. Nicholas helper in Switzerland. “He is dressed in brown, with brown hair and beard, and he darkens his face with lard and soot. Some people give presents only on Christmas Day while others wait until Epiphany, the Three Kings Day.” Urs explained as he held up a picture.



“I remember when I was a little boy my grandmother would pull us in a sleigh to midnight Mass.” Urs leaned even closer to the children surrounding him on the rug.

“She must have been VERY strong!” Tony commented, obviously impressed.

“A… I think Mr. Buhler meant she drove the sleigh. Is that right?” Susanna clarified, trying to suppress a smile.

Urs gave her a grateful look and shouldered on.

“Then when we got back home we would all eat circle cookies call ringli, they look like O’s, and there would be homemade doughnuts, and hot chocolate.”

This last fact, of course, caused a slight detour as all the children tried to tell him about their ride on the Polar Express yesterday. Poor Urs! Suddenly the phrase ’one at a time’ had completely flown from their tiny brains.

It was at this point that Larry the Learned began his discourse on Black Peter in the Netherlands vs. Schmutzli in Switzerland.



Urs must have been living right because he was saved by the announcement over the intercom that the Christmas carol sing-a-long was about to start in the library.

The moveable bookshelves had been pushed to the walls, opening up the carpeted room for the whole school to sit. A piano had been brought in for Angela Hartley, the music teacher, to play. For the next half hour until dismissal, the joyous voices of the children and adults proclaimed the spirit of the Christmas season.

As it came time for the closing song, Susanna whispered a request in Urs’ ear. Of course he couldn’t refuse. Urs noticed a thumbs-up shared between Angela and Susanna and knew he’d never even had a chance to say no.

Then several of the older students lined up next to the piano for a special rendition of the last song, ‘Silent Night’. During the first verse, only the beautiful piano notes filled the library as the students signed the song.

Then Urs, shoulders back, stance balanced, focused momentarily toward the ceiling as he gathered himself and for a time slipped back to visit his own childhood Christmas. As the next verse began, his clear, pure tenor sang ‘Stille Nacht! Heilige Nacht!’ and Susanna’s heart overflowed.

As the whole school sang the last verse, Urs joined her back on the rug and she did not try to hide her tears. Urs gently squeezed her hand as they shared their special gift of joy and happiness, he giving and she receiving.

Chapter 58
Boxes

“Are you going to eat that last one?” Urs pointed to last piece of fish.

“No, I’m stuffed, you go ahead.” Susanna told him a she wiped her hands and mouth on a paper napkin. Fish and chips can’t possibly be good for you, it’s too delicious, but boy do I love it. You just can’t get it like that back in the States. Maybe it has something to do with the cold water. Whatever it is, I’m addicted.”

“So when you go home what are some of your favorite things to eat?” Urs asked as he helped gather the remains of their dinner and headed to the kitchen.

“Well, since Muz and Dad live on the Gulf I’ll be eating some fish there too I guess. There’s this one place we go that has the best grouper. I’m hoping Daddy and I will get a least a half-day deep sea fishing trip in. It’s kind of a tradition; a father/daughter bonding thing we do. Muz went once and got seasick, so that was the end of her, besides it would ruin her hairdo!” Susanna laughed.

“But you don’t get seasick?”

“Never, thank goodness. You know Urs, just because I don’t like high places doesn’t mean I’m a total wimp.” she said poking fun at herself. “Besides, you’re helping me get over that aren’t you, Bag Boy?”

“So what about you then? Does your mother fix anything special for you when you go home?” Susanna quizzed, drying her hands on a towel as Urs closed the silverware drawer.

“One of our everyday dishes is Rosti, fried grated potatoes. Sometimes we put cheese, chopped ham or a fried egg on top. Kaseschnitten is toasted cheese. I have a favorite restaurant in Luzern where they serve the best Chogalipaschtetli, that’s a large puff-pastry shell filled with diced veal in a cream sauce …delicious.” The more he talked the more his eyes lit up.

“Rosti sounds like our hash browns. So when I fixed toasted cheese the other day that was Kaseschnitten?”

“Kaseschnitten.“ Urs corrected.

“Kaseschnitten.“ This time Susanna said it correctly and got a thumbs up.

“I’m not even going to try to pronounce that last one.” She laughed.
Urs make a mental note to get her a German dictionary while he was home.

“The one thing I remember most at Christmas though was my mother making so many kinds of cookies. There are five of us, one brother and three sisters.”

“I knew it! I just knew it! You must have been born with the cookie gene.” Susanna’s infectious giggle soon spread to Urs as their laughter filled the apartment.

Of course now Urs had cookies on the brain which meant it wouldn’t be long before they would be making the short trip to his stomach.

“Open you mouth and close you eyes and I’ll give you something to make you wise.” Susanna chanted as Urs obeyed and was rewarded with a bit of cookie. “Now close your eyes and please leave them closed, just a minute. Here’s some cookies to help you wait.” Susanna instructed, putting two cookies in his hand after he had closed his eyes.

Urs felt her get up. “Where are you going?”

“I’ll be right back, now keep them closed.”

Susanna dashed into her bedroom and slid Urs’ present on the rug until it was just behind the sofa.

“OK now you can open you eyes.”

Urs blinked, looked around and saw nothing different.

“What was all that about?” he asked.

“I think Santa left you a little something behind the sofa Urs and from the looks of it you’ve been a very good boy this year.” Susanna delivered her line in what she hoped was a female version of Urs sexy ‘Isabel’ voice. She didn’t think she’d succeeded.

Urs brain registered: a little something…sofa…very good boy. The rest of Urs registered Susanna’s sexy voice. He thought she’d succeeded, perhaps a little too well.

“Don’t you want to open it?” Susanna asked, standing up and slowly dragging it around to Urs as he sat very quietly on the sofa thinking of Bach’s Two Part Inventions, the rising price of gasoline, and riding in the Glaubenberg Pass. Luckily, by the time she had manhandled the present over to him, he was ready to open it.

Ten minutes and seven boxes later the living room looked like Christmas morning with a family of several small children. The first box had really been the best, Susanna supposed because of Urs total surprise to find another box inside. By the time he’d reached the third box his accent was thickening and Susanna was bouncing up and down on the sofa with excitement. When he finally came to the REAL box, Susanna was alternately pounding him on the back urging him to ‘Go, Go, Go’, and shaking his shoulders. Urs was wery excited.

“This is such a perfect present. Thank you.” he beamed, with a big hug and several kisses. “It’s so beautiful and practical too.” he said stroking the butter soft leather with his graceful fingers.

“I thought it was time Bag Boy had a new bag.” Susanna was so happy she almost felt ashamed. “Look inside.”

Urs opened the bag and gently unwrapped the tissue package.

“It’s…it’s one you made isn’t it? For me.”
‘Urs you sound like a total idiot here. Of course it’s for you. Yes but think of all the time she spent knitting it.
I wonder if she was thinking about me when she was knitting?’

“It’s wonderful…so soft.” Urs put if around his neck as he fingered the soft texture. “It will remind me of you when I wear it.”

“The yarn is cashmere. I thought it would go well with your black coat. Do you really like it?”
‘Can’t you see he does you silly twit? Didn’t he say so?
And he gave you a hug and kissed you, don’t forget that either. Trust him.’

Susanna took a deep breath as she rearranged the already arranged scarf around Urs neck. “I wanted it to be kind of a little hug from me when I can’t be there to give you a real one.” She admitted softly, talking to the scarf.

Urs tenderly lifted her face up to him. His kisses felt like tiny hummingbirds feeding from the sweetness of her mouth.

“I love it, my magical Susanna.”

‘And I love you. Go on Urs tell her. Tell her how you feel before she leaves for Christmas. No, that wouldn’t be fair. She’s leaving tomorrow. It has to be the right moment. When we’re on vacation, then I’ll find the right time. We’ll be in a new place, away from places that remind her of Bruce. I want everything to be perfect when I tell her.’

While Susanna stacked the boxes back inside each other, Urs gathered up the wads of newspaper and took them to the kitchen trash. “Are you alright in there?” Susanna called to him.

“Yes, I’m just getting a drink of water. Be right there.” was his answer.

When he can back into the living room he was carrying something but it wasn’t water. It was Susanna’s Houdini hat and the magic wand.

“What’s this all about?”

“Trust me, Houdini. Remember I’m your assistant.”

Holding the hat so she couldn’t see inside he waved the magic wand three times over the hat. “Abracadabra.”

Urs gave her one of his most endearing, eye crinkling smiles as he held the hat out to her.

Reaching in, Susanna found a small box wrapped with heavy silver paper and tied with a pink bow. Her face was a kaleidoscope of expressions: questioning, acceptance, excitement, gratitude, joy, and love. “But you’ve already given me a present, the trip and spending New Years together. What is this?”

“Well Schmutzli told me you’ve been a very good girl this year and he thought maybe you’d like to have a clue about the trip.” Urs gave himself a mental pat on the back for such quick thinking.

Susanna opened the package and found a small dark green velvet bag with a gold drawstring cord. She loosened it carefully and tipped the bag into her hand. Out spilled an exquisite crystal miniature glass slipper. Cinderella was going to the Ball!

Chapter 59
Homeward Bound

Susanna’s eyes and mouth both formed perfect O’s. She looked up at Urs, then back to the glass slipper she cradled in her palm.

Suddenly, she launched herself at him with what Urs would later describe as a flying hug. Fortunately, he had both feet firmly planted and the good sense to drop the hat and wand.

“Oh you dear, sweet, wonderful, kind, thoughtful, handsome man!” she squealed, punctuating each adjective with a kiss. She ended this flurry of exclamation point kisses with a fierce, devastating kiss leaving no doubt as to her feelings, period.

Chants of: “We’re going dancing! We’re going dancing!” filled the living room, as the kiss ended, but the hug continued. Laughing, Urs swung Susanna around and around in a circle until they collapsed in a dizzy, breathless heap on the sofa.

Susanna looked at her small fingers threaded through Urs’ long, slender ones. Resting her head against the back of the sofa she turned to look at him. “You remembered, didn’t you?” she smiled softly.

“I think it’s time Cinderella went to her prom.” Urs whispered, barely turning his head.

“That was the nicest Christmas present I’ve ever had. Thank you.” she said earnestly, looking into his eyes.

Still holding her hand, Urs lovingly raised it to his lips and kissed her fingers, then releasing it, he beckoned her into the soft, sheltered stronghold of his arm.

“And you are my handsome prince.” Susanna sighed as she curled her feet up under her and burrowed into the safe donjon of his arms.
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“You’re sure you don’t mind taking me to the airport?” Susanna stood at the door saying goodnight to Urs, having finished ‘just one more’ kiss and hug for the third time.

“Of course not. I’ll be here at 5:00AM. Besides I wouldn’t miss a chance to drive your new car!” he said cheekily while moving back just in time to avoid a swat.

“Only teasing, Houdini.”

“You’d better be Bag Boy.”
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“No talking.” was Susanna’s post kiss greeting to Urs at 4:55 AM.

Chuckling, Urs grabbed her suitcase and locked the door.

“You know you could have made some coffee this morning to help you wake up.” Urs commented logically.

“And miss five extra minutes of sleep? No thank you. I’ll grab some after I check in.”

Silence reigned as they rode the elevator down to the garage.

Urs closed the trunk and came over to open Susanna’s door. Turning, with her back to the car she took hold of his arm, “I’m sorry for being such a grouch. It’s just that it’s so early and I’m tired and…and I’m going to miss you.” she ended giving him a fierce hug and trying unsuccessfully not to cry.

Urs rubbed and patted her back gently, soothing and ‘shushing’. Leaning back he wiped her tears as they exchanged a tender sweet-salty kiss.

“We make a great pair don’t we? Oscar the Grouch and the Cookie Monster.” was Susanna’s wry comment as she buckled up her seatbelt.

Susanna had Urs drop her off at the terminal entrance just as she’d done with him. ‘Had it really been ten days ago? It seem like just a few.’

“I’ll call when I get there.” they each promised. Leaning in for one last kiss they said their goodbyes, ladies first.

“Bye, Cookie Monster.”
“Bye, Oscar the Grouch.”
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Urs slid the silver roadster into the assigned spot, locked the door. Walking to the street level, he threw his leg over and started the Harley. His own packing was about finished. All he needed to do was fill his Christmas present from Susanna.

Susanna had officially returned to the land of the living by the time she boarded her plane. She restricted herself to only one large coffee, hoping to encourage sleep and discourage trips to the restroom.

After requesting a pillow and blanket and with a thankful prayer that the older lady next to her was of a like mind, she reclined her seat and prepared to dance the night away in her dreams. A while later as the flight attendant passed through the cabin checking on the passengers, she adjusted Susanna’s blanket that had fallen to the floor and idly wondered what was in the small, green velvet bag she clutched to her heart.

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‘I love the way my new bag looks.’ thought Urs as he set it on the curb next to the guitar case and wheeling suitcase.

‘These extra compartments make it so easy to find my passport and ticket.’ said Urs to himself at the check in counter. ‘No hassle here. This zip makes the laptop easy to take out at the last minute for security. Very smooth, I like that. How did I ever get along before I had it? There’s even a little pocket that’s just perfect for my guitar picks, much better than fishing around in my jeans for one. This has got to be the best Christmas present.’

As the captain turned off the seatbelt sign, Urs reached into his new bag for his old magazine Susanna had given him, “Vintage Motorcycles”. He had most assuredly been pacing himself. Now he planned to do a little reading and quite possibly more than a little dreaming of Cinderella the Christmas Present Queen.

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“Ewwwww! I’d forgotten how humid it can get here.” Susanna grumbled peeling off her blouse to reveal a sleeveless pink shell top. Shouldering her carryon she exited the tram from the airside into the landside terminal of Tampa International Airport. She had called Muz and Dad as soon as the plane landed so they would meet her at the baggage claim on Level 1. Customs had been cleared in Miami so it would be a grab and go, thank goodness. It had been a long trip and she was anxious to get her body into any position other than sitting.

“Susanna woohooo over here!”

‘Muz is in fine voice today,’ thought Susanna as she made her way over to her smiling, waving mother and grinning father.

“It’s so good to have you home, Susanna.” Muz gave her a welcoming hug that seemed surprising warm and lingering compared to her usual tentative, brief one.
“Now let me look at you.” she ordered, holding both her hands and stepping back. Susanna wondered how her looks could possibly have changed in a mere few weeks but indulged Muz in her scrutiny. Susanna must have passed muster because her hands were released, allowing her to give Daddy a big hug as he kissed the top of her head with his usual greeting.

“How are you punkin?”

“I’m great Daddy, really great.” John Nelson needed no scrutiny at all. Susanna’s voice and glow told it all. She was great and in love if he was any judge.
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“Gruezi, Urs!” His older brother, Felix greeted him with a hug and scooped up his suitcase. A stockier, slightly taller version of Urs, but with much less of the curly hair gene, Felix had however received the one for a ready smile complete with twinkly, crinkly eyes.

“How are things with you? It’s been too long since we’ve seen you. Everyone’s looking forward to having you back, especially Mami. You know how she frets about her little boy. Is he eating right? Is he working too hard?” Felix teased as he looked over at Urs beside him in the front seat.

“It’s good. Things are very good for me right now, Felix. It’s nice to be home for a while though. I do miss the family but it’s such a rollercoaster I’ve been on…so busy…but I love it.” Urs grinned.

As they left Kloten, the Zurich International Airport, Urs checked his watch and settled back for the last leg of his trip. It had been a short two-hour flight from London and now in about an hour he’d be with his family just outside of Lucerne.

He calculated in his head where Susanna might be by now as he reached around to the back seat to retrieve his cell phone from one of the those handy pockets in his new bag. He was hoping she’d have hers turned on but it went right to her voice mail. She must still be in the air.

“Hi Houdini. My brother Felix just met me in Zurich and we’re on our way to Lucerne now. It’s just started to snow here. I guess you must still be flying. Call when you land please. Oh…and I shared.”

Urs noticed Felix’ eyebrows attempt to reach his hairline and gave a shrug accompanied by a grin halfway between smug and apologetic.

“What?” was Urs only defense. Felix had just given him a look that was the mental equivalent of an arm twist.

“Houdini? I take it this is a woman. I can just imagine your nickname, little brother. Rabbit Man? Mr. Magic? Oh no….” Felix completely lost it, as he howled with laughter. “I’ve got it ….it’s…” he broke into another fit of laughing, as he pounded the steering wheel, “Mr. Magic Wand!”

Urs wished he could wipe away the crimson blush from his burning face as easily as Felix wiped away his tears of laughter. As Felix gradually calmed down he began to feel a little guilty, seeing Urs’ extreme embarrassment. Had he hit too close to home with his teasing? He knew in the past Urs hadn’t had many girlfriends and those he did have were long-term relationships, built on friendship. Urs could usually handle some good-natured ribbing and could be counted on to come back with some zingers of his own, compliments of his dry sense of humor. This time it was different. Just who was this Houdini?

“OK Urs. Sorry if I got a little carried away. So tell me about her.” Felix apologized, “I have a feeling she is special, ja?”

“Ja, she is…she’s magical, Felix, and I love her.” Urs said softly.

Chapter 60
Home at Last

The car tires hummed a familiar thwump, thwump sound across Gandy Bridge toward Clearwater as Susanna gazed out onto Tampa Bay and pictured Urs in the snow. She’d just listened to his voice mail. She was torn between wanting to talk to him now and waiting until she was alone. Urs won out.

“Hi Bag Boy, I’m on my way to Clearwater.”

“It wasn’t bad. I slept a little but I didn’t bring my favorite pillow with me.” Susanna laughed softly.
“Brrrrr! I hope you remembered you scarf.” A smile lit her face.
“It’s hot here, about 80 degrees and I’m looking at a beautiful sunset on the water. I’m glad you shared.
I’ll be waiting.”

“Bag Boy?” John Nelson grinned into the back from the driver’s seat.

“You know, daddy, like at the grocery store. Urs likes to go shopping with me and carry the bags.”

“And do you go shopping together very often?” Muz wanted to know.

“It depends, Muz, on what our schedules are. Urs usually eats with me on weekends and then of course we went Christmas shopping together.”

“Oh, of course.” Muz answered, her voice a mixture of resignation and respect.

Susanna waited for the rest, but it didn’t come. ‘This may well be the season of miracles.’ she mused.

She flopped down on the bed in her old room and stretched out as she kicked off her shoes. She’d unpack later, right now all she wanted was a nice long shower, followed by an even longer, cool drink.

Susanna padded out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her as she gently combed the tangles out of her hair. Unlocking her suitcase she pulled open the top two drawers of her dresser and started to unpack.

As she pushed the stack of folded clothes into the first drawer she felt something in the back of the drawer. Reaching her hand in, she felt a familiar shape as tiny fingers of fear began to grip her chest … capturing … squeezing. Her hand closed around the loathsome object as she drew it out and stared at it. With a shudder she dropped it on the dresser and stared at her death-white reflection in the mirror.

It was the night of the accident. She was standing in front of the mirror in their bedroom getting ready. They were meeting Bruce’s buddies and their wives and girlfriends at some restaurant for dinner but she knew how it would end up. She’d be pouring him into the car, probably after they’d been asked politely to ‘tone it down’ by the management of wherever they were. ‘Just another day in paradise.’ she thought bitterly. She hadn’t wanted to go but that’s what good wives did, faithful wives did, and she had promised to be that and more hadn’t she?

She’d just finished putting on her earrings when he’d come in, inspecting, noting how she was dressed, that everything was in place and it wasn’t.

He didn’t say a word. He simply picked up the bracelet, took her arm and placed it on her wrist, firmly, formally, finally.

Her brain screamed ‘No! Not now! Things are different now!’ but she soldiered on, her demeanor revealing nothing. She needed to pick her battles and she knew this was one she would never win.

The bracelet had marked their first month anniversary and been one of the few gifts Bruce had given her. It was not to Susanna’s taste in jewelry but that would have been alright. She preferred simple, elegant traditional pieces, that spoke of refinement and good taste. This was just the opposite. Oh it was expensive, from a well known jeweler, but Susanna thought it was too flashy, too over-stated and she disliked it on sight. It was large gold cuff, several inches wide that almost completely encircled her wrist. Its monogram was in huge ornate script.

Bruce had insisted she wear it all the time. Susanna was certain he saw it as a sign of his claim on her, his ownership, and it made her feel like a slave. Everytime she put it on she saw it as a mark of his dominance and her subservience; she was less and he was more. Perhaps even more hurtful was that he needed this object as an outward symbol that tied her to him, as if her word, her marriage vows were not enough. She was not enough.

Shaking her head to rid herself of the memories, Susanna slowly pulled herself back into the present. She picked up the bracelet and stormed out to the living room to confront her mother.

“Where did this come from? I know I put this in the bags of clothes I gave away. Why did you save it? You know I hated it!” she lashed out at Muz, holding the offensive bracelet in her face.

“I thought… I..” Muz stammered.

“No, you didn’t think, Muz that’s just it. You just do what you want, without thinking. You don’t always know what’s best. I want you to stop thinking for me. I know my own mind. I know it’s hard for you to admit but sometimes I do know what’s best for me.”

“But it was a nice piece of jewelry. It was expensive.” Muz reasoned.

“It was a symbol of a bad choice I made. A reminder that I allowed Bruce to dominate me. It made me feel like an object he owned and I’ll never let that happen again. Never.”

Susanna marched over to the kitchen trash bin and dropped the bracelet in with a pointed look at her mother.

“I’ve had a long day. I’m going to bed. Goodnight.”

Susanna closed her bedroom door with a deliberate click and willed herself to stay calm. Maybe it was good that she’d confronted Muz. She did feel that tonight she’d let go of another bit of her past. Now there would be more room for the present, for Urs, and that was good wasn’t it? She walked over and turned off her phone. She just didn’t want to talk to Urs right now. What would she say? She didn’t want him to know she’d been upset. Besides, this was all in the past. It didn’t make any difference now. She’d call him tomorrow.

Susanna snuggled around her makeshift Bag Boy Jr. and gave him an extra loving pat, then gently made a small hollow with her fingers. Placing the green velvet bag inside and covering it with her hand she closed her eyes and dreamt of dancing and a handsome prince.
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“Mami!” Urs kissed the small, dark-haired, beaming woman and wrapped her in a big hug.

“Let me look at you.” she said bringing his face down to her level and peering into his eyes. Then she stepped back for a better look. “You’ve lost weight. What have you been eating? Not too much chocolate I hope? Sit. There’s rosti and bratwurst.” she motioned towards the kitchen.

“Mother, let the poor boy get his coat off first.” Karl Buhler laughed, as Adriana, the love of his life, scurried into the kitchen to feed her starving man-child.

In reality, Urs had gained three or four pounds since the last visit, thanks in part to Susanna’s cooking, but Urs the Wise and Hungry saw no reason to divulge this information.

“And what about your other starving son, Mami? Remember me? Felix?” he teased as Karl gave Urs a hug and slapped Felix on the back.

“So you’ll be staying the night, Felix?” Karl asked as they moved into the kitchen.

“Ja, but I’ll need to start back to Zurich early. Some of us in this family still have to earn a living. We can’t ALL be on holiday.” he teased, catching Urs’ eye.

Urs would have made a snappy comeback but for the fact that he had his mouthful full of Mami’s delicious rosti. She knew just how to make the fried hash brown potatoes so perfectly crisp and the ham and melted cheese on top was so….so….home. ‘I wonder if she’d give me her recipe for Susanna.’ crossed his mind several times before his plate was clean.

“Perfect, Mami, as always.” Urs sighed, leaning over to give her a kiss.

“Don’t think you’re fooling me, Urs. I know what you’re after: cookies.” laughed his mother setting two tins on the table.

Urs could hardly wait to pry off the lids. “Mmmmm orange bars, and butter cookies, and oh I remember the vanilla half-moon ones.” he practically purred. “And let’s see what’s in this tin. Chocolate rum truffles, Mami you know they’re one of my favorites. Oh I’d forgotten about the cocoanut macaroons and…”

“Snap!” Urs got his fingers out of the tin just in the knick of time. Cookie time was officially over for the night.

“But what about brunsli and gingerbread and cinnamon stars. Didn’t you make any this year?” Urs whined.

“Yes and they’re put away, safe from you for awhile I hope. We need some for the little children too Urs when they come over,” Mami scolded in mock anger as she shooed all of them out of her kitchen.

As they all relaxed around the fireplace in the living room, Urs shared the latest Il Divo news and caught up on what had been happening in the family since the last time he’d been home. A few times when Felix was talking, Urs wondered if he would mention the phone call in the car but the subject never came up to his relief. He would tell them about Susanna, but in his own time.

It wasn’t too long before Felix and Urs both said good night. Urs day had been extremely long and Felix would need to get an early start to beat the traffic. In addition, he wanted to see his lovely wife Inga and their two daughters before they left for work and school.

“Thanks, Felix for not mentioning Susanna.” Urs said gratefully as they climbed the stairs together.

“I wouldn’t spoil that for you Urs. From what you’ve told me she is a special person. I hope she is the one for you.”

“If I don’t see you in the morning, I’ll get over there before Christmas Eve anyway. Goodnight.” Urs promised.

“Goodnight Urs. Oh, do you mind if I ask what it was you were sharing? Of course if it’s something special…”

“Ja, it’s special,” Urs grinned. “cookies.”

Chapter 61
Virtual Reality

It was as if the storm clouds of her outburst last night had given way to a clear, blue-skied sunny morning of calmness as Susanna and Muz sat out on the balcony finishing a cup of coffee together after breakfast.

Daddy had been up early for his usual golf date and Muz had seemed rather subdued, though responsive to Susanna good morning hug. If Susanna didn’t know better she would describe her as somewhat tentative, and when the familiar motorcycle ringtone of Susanna’s phone sounded, Muz had immediately disappeared, acknowledging her need for privacy.

“Hi Houdini, I see you finally got up. I called last night but you must have had you phone turned off. I guess you were tired.”

“Hi yourself Bag Boy. Yeah, it was a long day yesterday. I was beat; but I’m wide awake this morning.”

“I looked you up on the World Clock and I’m six hours ahead of you. It will be getting dark here a couple of hours.”

“What have you been doing today? Have you seen all you family yet?”

“Two of my sisters, Pia and Eva will be here for supper with their families and then we’ll see the rest of them on Christmas Eve. Say do you have access to a computer?”

“Sure, I just checked my email a few minutes ago. Why?”

“Well I’ve been tuning up my bike today and I thought tomorrow I’d go on one of my favorite rides and maybe I’d take some pictures.”

“Oh Urs, I’d love to see where you ride. I’ll be sure and check it often and you do the same.”

Before they reluctantly hung up ten minutes later, they’d worked out a phone plan. It would be Susanna’s turn to call him tomorrow night about 11 his time. She and her dad were planning to spend the day together, hopefully fishing if the weather was nice.

Susanna wandered into Muz’ bedroom as she was getting ready for her weekly ladies meeting.

“How is Urs dear?” Muz asked with a smile, Yes she was still a confirmed Uber, Susanna chuckled.

“Oh he’s fine Muz. He’s going riding tomorrow and he might send me some pictures. Two of his sisters and their families will be there for supper. Are we doing anything special for dinner? I thought I’d drive over to Sanibel and enjoy the beach, maybe do a little shelling, and watch the sunset by the lighthouse so I don’t really know when I’ll be back. Do you mind?”

“Of course not, you go have a lovely day, honey. Your father usually takes a late nap on his golfing days and I’m sure I’ll have a nice lunch with the ladies, so I’ll just fix a cold salad for supper. It’ll be there when ever you get back. You’ll call if you’ll be very late, though won’t you?”

Susanna walked over and gave Muz a comforting hug ala Urs. “Of course, Muz. I know how you worry.”

Muz cleared her throat. “I really am glad you met Urs, Susanna. I wasn’t sure at first….as you know,” she looked at her hands in her lap, “but he seems like a good man. I…I was…well I was a little harsh…some of those things I said.” She looked up at Susanna anxiously, gauging her reaction.

“You were wrong about Urs, Muz. He really is a wonderful man and I think…no I know I’m in love with him,” Susanna said firmly. “Thank you for saying that though.” she added, giving Muz’s shoulder a squeeze, as she went to her room to change for the beach.

Susanna had forgotten how tiring a day at the beach could be, but the salt air, powder white sand, and the sound of the seagulls had been glorious. How she wished she’d had her camera with her so she could share the pink and gold majesty of the sunset with Urs. She missed him so much.

‘Pull your big girl panties on a deal with it.’ She scolded herself. If she didn’t get a grip now, she’d be a basket case by the time the tour started and that would just make it harder for Urs. ‘Look on the bright side, he’s taking you on a wonderful mystery trip for New Years. You know he really cares for you. He’s bound to say something about having a girlfriend when he does all those interviews on tour so quit your whining.’

Bag Boy Jr. made a wonderful temporary lap desk she decided as she curled up in bed to write a postcard to Urs, wishing it could instantly fly across to him. In the meantime wouldn’t it be nice if he had a little surprise waiting on his computer in the morning. Checking her watch, she tiptoed to the study and turned on her dad’s laptop. It only took a few minutes to find the website she wanted. “Good morning, Bag Boy!”. She blew him a kiss and pushed the send button.

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The computer screen illuminated the planes and hollows of Urs’ face as he sat in the dark waiting for it to load. He wrapped his fingers around the hot coffee cup to warm them and smiled. He hoped he could pull off his riding surprise. He’d already chosen the song he wanted from his iPod. Now if the video camera worked and the weather held, he’d be able to take Susanna on a virtual ride with him through Glaubenberg Pass.

After much pleading and teasing that she’d stolen all of his computer genes, Urs had shamed his older sister Pia into helping him tonight when he got back from the ride. He hoped she wouldn’t want his share of dessert to boot.

Urs logged on and clicked on the email from Susanna. Suddenly he sat back in his chair and did a double take. Coffee threatened to spill out as he banged the cup down on the desk, scaring Nanny the cat who took off on the run, while Urs broke into a crinkling smile. “And good morning to you too Houdini!” he laughed, shaking his head and rolling his eyes.



Urs quickly typed a good morning reply wishing her a guata morga and reminding her to check her computer her time tonight, crossing his fingers the surprise would work out.

“You’re up extra early, Urs. Did you sleep well?” Mami inquired as she sliced an apple for their Birchermuseli.

“Ja, Mami, I just wanted to check on the weather for my ride today.” Urs assured her, taking his bowl and digging in.

“You and Pia seemed to have had your heads together last night planning something, just like when you were growing up. She always was your accomplice in whatever scheme you dreamed up.”

Urs’ mother refilled her own cup and sat down across from her son at the well-worn kitchen table, as Nanny the cat jumped up into her lap for an ear scratch.

“Do you want to tell me about her?” she asked softly as she became very engrossed with stirring sugar into her coffee and waited patiently.

‘How does she do that? Is it all mothers or just her?’ Thinking suddenly of Marian Nelson, he answered his own question.

Half-rising from his chair, he leaned over and kissed her cheek. “I love you Mami.”

“I know you do Urs.” She smiled back and waited.

“She makes me happy, Mami. Her name is Susanna and she is a teacher. She’s shy and funny and strong and kind and you should see her with her class of little children…she’s just magical.” Urs finished with a smile that told his mother what she needed to know.

“We knew something was different, your father and I. He thought it might be your new job and the music…you seem changed, but I knew. And you make her happy too?” she asked, absently stroking Nanny under the ear.

“I hope so…yes she is happy when we’re together. She …she’s a widow. He was killed in an auto accident a year ago. I don’t think he really appreciated her Mami. She’s so beautiful…inside and out…and I…I love her.” Urs released with a sigh and anyone, including Mami and Nanny could see the love shining in his eyes.

“Have you told her how you feel, Urs?” Mami thought it best to get all the cards out on the table, especially since it might be some time before Urs next visit.

“We’re going away for New Years and I’m going to tell her then. I just want to find the perfect time. What do you think?”

“That sounds like a perfect plan, dear. You’ll let us know how it goes then?” she worried. Not that anyone wouldn’t want her Urs, but he was her tender-hearted one: the cautious one, the one who watched, hung back, waited, not giving his friendship or love lightly, but once given was steadfast and true.

Urs finished eating and handed his bowl to Mami at the sink. “Oh, and one other thing I forgot. She likes to make cookies too.”

Mami gave a hearty laugh and shook her head.
“Ja, Urs I’ll copy some of my cookie recipes for her.”

Urs wrapped her in a big bear hug, “Mami you are the best! Could you do them in German? I’m buying her a dictionary when I go into Lucerne tomorrow. Danke.”

As he left, Nanny twined herself around his legs, waiting for some attention. He scooped her up and carried her with him as he jogged upstairs to change, still pondering the awesome power of his Mami.

Chapter 62
Connecting

Special thanks to Joanne (septemberlady) for the techy bits and the video! You've helped to make this a very special chapter.

“So you think it will work, Pia. Can you put this music in the background?” Urs sat practically on top of his sister, his eyes switching between her and the computer screen.

“Yes, Urs, I’ve just about got it. All I need to do now is upload it and get a link. It will take a few minutes so please try to be patient,” she said patting him arm.

“There. It’s ready.” Together they watched their final product, both of them pleased. Even though Urs was younger, somehow he’d always been able to charm Pia into doing any favor he asked and vice versa if truth be told. Maybe that was why they had this special affinity for each other; that, and of course they both knew ‘where the bodies were buried’ so to speak.

The day had been fine for riding and Urs had practiced riding up and down the long driveway with the video camera he’d ingeniously attached to his helmet. He’d planned to leave the camera on about 15 minutes through his favorite part of the ride, that way he and Pia could edit it down to the six minutes of audio he had chosen.

After the camera was off and safely stowed in its case he continued on to Willisau to meet up with a few of his friends from the riding club. As he rode by the bakery, the familiar sign suddenly jumped out at him. It had a replica of the famous Willisauer Ringli cookie swinging from it. The same one he’d told Susanna’s class about. ‘I grew up with that sign and never even thought about it and now look at me. All of a sudden I’m seeing things in a new light…ever since Susanna.’ As usual, Urs was early, just enough time to stop at the shop and find a postcard of the famous bakery. He’d still be on time to meet his friends.

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It was dark when Susanna checked her email too. She grinned as she read his guata morga. He’d gotten her good morning kiss. Woo hoo! What a nice start to the day even if it was too early. Making a detour toward the front door, she stepped out to get the newspaper and clip Urs postcard of Sanibel to the mailbox for the mailman to pick up.

She and Daddy were waiting at the docks at 7:00 AM in the cool, damp air. They had booked their usual full day deep sea fishing trip and they were ready with a capital R. They’d thought of about every thing, sunscreen, sunglasses, hat, raingear, some snacks, and even soft boat cushions to sit on. Their day out together had become quite a tradition in recent years, especially now that they didn’t see each other very often. Of course they always hoped to catch some fish, but mostly they knew they’d be able to talk…to reconnect with each other and that was the best catch of all.


“Well if he can make you feel that way, Sus I say go for it. I haven’t seen you look so happy since…well it’s been quite a while hasn’t it?” John Nelson said, giving his daughter a big hug.

“You know I think your mother is really trying to let go a little more. It’s really been difficult for her. We have a ways to go yet but I think we’re headed in the right direction at least. I wasn’t sure about going to visit you in Toronto, but it may have been a blessing in disguise…for all of us.” With a knowing wink Daddy helped his little girl off the boat and onto the pier. Two very happy, tired, sweaty, slightly sunburned, smelly fishermen returning with their catch of the day.

“Ewwwww! You both smell like fish! Give me your clothes as soon as you get cleaned up so I can throw them in the wash.

“Yes Muz.” the fishermen replied.

Fresh from her shower, Susanna sat in her nightgown eating half of the huge submarine sandwich she and her father had concocted for supper. By the time they each had pulled out all the bottles, jars, and packages they could find, it contained everything but the kitchen sink. Susanna figured she’d either have very sweet dreams or nightmares.

Then she remembered Urs vitural bike ride he’d promised her. She excused herself to go check as John Nelson got a tray for his sandwich and went into the living room to join his wife.

“…and there’s a few parts where you might need to perform the Heimlich maneuver” Susanna read Urs email that accompanied the video link. She clicked on the link and held onto an imaginary Urs as she turned up the volume on the speakers.

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Susanna sat back in her chair…shaken. She could just feel the wind rushing by her face, smell the crisp pine tang in the air, taste the occasional raindrop, and even the cows were there. She knew it was just happenstance he’d had to slow down for them but it was almost as if he’d done it just for her.

She remembered telling him one night about how she would ride her bike from her college dorm out to see the cows at the university agriculture barns. They had Holstein, Jerseys, Guernseys, and some Brown Swiss. It must have been fate she thought because even back then Brown Swiss were her favorites. Urs laughed when she’d told him it was because of their shaggy ears.

It was almost 11:00PM in Switzerland. Too late to call?
Surely he’d have his cell nearby.
Maybe he’s in bed already.
You promised to call, Susanna. He’ll be up.
What if I wake his parents?
He’s a big boy. He has his own room now you know. So call already!

Bowing to Bag Boy Jr.’s superior intelligence, Susanna dialed the number.

“Hi Houdini.”

“Moooooooo.”

“So you saw the video then?” Urs smiled into the phone.

“Oh Urs, thank you for the ride. It was like I was really there. It was so cool and even my cows were there. Did you plan that?”

“I do try hard to please, Houdini.”

“And you do…very much. By the way are you wearing a shirt?”

“Pardon?” ‘I must have heard wrong.’ a flustered Urs decided.

“I just thought maybe you should check for bruises around your ribs. I think I Heimleched you a couple of times on those turns,” Susanna teased, with more truth than fiction.

“I’ve checked and they look fine to me.” Urs played along.
“But you may need to ask me again tomorrow. I’m going skiing with some old friends from school. What are you doing?”

“Just church and then be a beach bum most of the day. My tan is coming along nicely. Then tonight we’re going to a candlelit performance of the Messiah. I’m going to imagine you’re standing up there singing to me.”

“I wish I were.” Susanna could hear the wistfulness in his voice and quickly changed to a more upbeat topic. They talked for another ten minutes and then said their goodnights.

Susanna could feel the tiredness in her eyes from another day out in the sun and wind. She had just settled down with Bag Boy Jr. to write a fishing card for Urs when her phone sang out with a text message from Urs. “See no bruises.” He’d taken a picture of his wonderfully sculpted chest in all its glory. Suddenly Susanna’s eyes were no longer tired.

Susanna wasn’t sure just how long Urs would be skiing so that evening before she left for the Messiah she popped off an email, one of her more brilliant ones she thought, even is she did say so herself. Oh to be a fly on the wall!

Urs looked at his pruny fingers and reluctantly eased himself up from the warm cocoon of the tub. He was sure he’d used several muscles he didn’t even know he had by the time they’d finished their final run. Reconnecting with his friends, some he hadn’t seen in practically forever he thought had been relaxing and the skiing had been a physical and mental challenge. Best of all, the time had flown.

He dried off quickly and as he shrugged into his old robe and tied it, his brain flashed a fleeting picture of Susanna in THE PINK ROBE. He smiled as he turned on the computer. Maybe she’d sent him a critique of the Messiah…or pictures of seashells she’d found along the beach…or a critique on a book she was reading…nothing would surprise him.



Urs instantly recanted his last thought. Her teasing sense of humor was in rare form tonight and as he felt a momentary blush he began to worry that by some quirk in the universe she just might have a few of Mami’s genes. He might be in big trouble here.

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Monday was shopping day both in Lucerne and Clearwater.

Urs had lunch and a catch-up visit with his youngest sister Eva, the bestower of his broken nose so many years ago. Later he picked up a German dictionary for Susanna and bought a few other gifts for relatives. His afternoon ended with a coffee and something sweet in a favorite café as he wrote a postcard of Lucerne to Susanna.

Susanna with Muz in tow had no time for relaxed anything. She was on a mission. Cinderella must find a dress for the Ball. Susanna was an advocate of the house of fashion that stated less is more. Muz’s fashion statement however upheld the theory that more is more.

Their first skirmish ended in a tactical retreat by Muz and at the battlefield of the second store General Susanna pressed hard and forced a complete and unconditional surrender. Urs would have been so proud of her blitzkrieg. Best of all Cinderella had found her dress and shoes.

In deference to the defeated, Susanna allowed the vanquished to choose the restaurant for lunch, sealing their truce with a glass of wine, Susanna toasted to her parents Anniversary Cruise to Hawaii, setting sail the day after Christmas.

“Ah, we’re…that is…we’ve had a small change in plans Susanna.” Marion Nelson said a little sheepishly.

‘What now? Aren’t they going on their cruise? I hope they realize that I need to leave too on the 26th for my trip. Is Muz up to her old tricks again?’ ran through Susanna’s mind.

“So you’re not going on a cruise?”

“That hasn’t changed, dear, we’re still going on the 26th, but we’ve booked a cruise through the Panama Canal. We’ll leave from Miami, sail through the Canal and disembark in Los Angeles.”

“I thought you had your heart set on Hawaii, Muz? I know you love it there. You’ve already gone twice. What changed your mind?”

Mrs. Nelson leaned forward and lowered her voice, “You’re father, Susanna. He’s always wanted to do this trip but I never knew it.”

‘More like you never listened Muz, but that’s beside the point.’ Susanna summed it up in a nutshell.

“Well, dear, lately he’s gotten so…how shall I put it…masterful.” Mrs. Nelson sat back with a look that could almost be called as dreamy.

‘She must have been abducted by aliens and is that a blush I see? OMG!’ a stunned Susanna also sat back and took a large sip of wine.

For Susanna, the remainder of their lunch passed in a blur as Susanna tried to wrap her brain around this ever-evolving Muz, this new and improved version; one she most certainly wanted to get to know better.

Chapter 63
Christmas is Coming

“My stars! What in the world!” Susanna and Muz looked in amazement at the coffee table, practically hidden beneath two enormous bouquets of roses, one red, one yellow.

“Urs” Susanna smiled, her heart almost bursting with pride and love. He was truly a prince to think of Muz.

Susanna just knew the red ones must be from Urs.
‘I look at You without my eyes, I hear You without my ears, I talk to You without my words, I am with You with all my heart. Urs’

Susanna sat beside her mother on the sofa as Muz read Urs’ card, silently then aloud.
‘I wish you a Merry Christmas, Happy Anniversary, and a safe and pleasant cruise. Bon Voyage!
Regards,
Urs Buhler’

“What a dear, thoughtful man, Susanna.” exclaimed Mrs. Nelson. “You are a lucky woman.” Susanna couldn’t agree more as she and Muz hugged each other and their special messages from Urs.

Susanna wasn’t sure if it good things really came in threes, but after finding her dress, and receiving the flowers, she was starting to believe in Fairy Godmothers because she had a postcard from Urs. Life was good!






Urs called during dinner and before Susanna took the phone to her room, Muz asked to speak to Urs. Susanna was touched by Muz’ thank you to Urs and their brief conversation seemed quite natural, even Daddy received equal time and she could tell how pleased he was with his new status as equal partner. ‘If men could bloom’ Susanna thought, ‘then he was certainly doing it.’

In her room she privately thanked Urs for her flowers and especially the gesture towards Muz.

“You sang the Messiah so beautifully last night, Urs. I closed my eyes and there you were.” Susanna confided.
“That’s what you were thinking of with your card wasn’t it?

“Ja. I imagined you there.” his voice was tinged with sadness.

“It was beautiful and made me feel so special.”

Urs attempted to lighten the mood, not willing himself to talk about missing her. “Well when you see the Nutcracker tomorrow please don’t picture me leaping across the stage in tights!” he needled with a chuckle.

“Now there would be a sight I could sell tickets for! I wonder just how much your Ubers would pay to see that?” she quipped.

“I got your postcard from Willisau today. How about bringing me back some cookies for a change?”

“Already packed, Houdini.”

“Thanks, Prince Charming, sleep well and you might want to check your email in about 5 minutes.” she hinted.

“Hey, that reminds me. I got your skiing free style kiss. How do you know what I’m thinking?”

“I’m Houdini remember. I’m magical. Night, night Bag Boy.”

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Urs absently stroked Nanny as he sat in front of the laptop waiting. When the email came through he gently put her down and clicked open Susanna’s message: a goodnight kiss.



Mami kept Urs hopping, from early Christmas Eve morning until mid-afternoon, with last minute errands, decorating, and cutting extra firewood. He couldn’t remember this much preparation when he was growing up, but then that was before the children had children of their own. She’d finally excused him to go to his room to ‘rest up’ for the late evening at church and with his family.

Susanna’s postcard had just come in the mail. It looked so idyllic with the beautiful beach. He really wasn’t sleepy but somehow his eyes failed to stay open. The next thing he knew he was hand in hand dashing into the surf with Susanna and Mami was calling him to supper.





As Susanna and Muz attended the performance of the Nutcracker Ballet the next afternoon, it was as if someone had said ‘don’t think of elephants’, so of course you couldn’t help yourself. Susanna found herself thinking of her teasing ‘men in tights’ conversation with Urs last night. She was certain this particular Christmas tradition would never be quite the same for her.

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Urs was having flashbacks as he surveyed the elder Buhler’s living room. He pictured Susanna’s apartment after opening his present, multiplied by five, the number of Buhler grandchildren. Then of course there were all the gifts for the adults.

The older grandchildren were in charge of passing out the gifts. Then each child would open one gift at a time to ‘show and thank’. With the older ones this orderly plan became disorderly by the second gift. With the little ones of course it was survival of the fittest, with possession being nine-tenths of the law.

They’d all had an early supper and Mami’s kitchen was spotless in record time so everyone could have dessert: Christmas presents. Even Urs had shown remarkable restraint in not asking for cookies. They would come after midnight Mass along with hot chocolate.

Papi and Mami reigned supreme over their brood as the king and queen, bestowing enthusiasm, gentleness, laughter, attention, respect, discipline, and above all unconditional love. As Urs watched his parents, he marveled at their ability to truly ‘be there’ in the moment for each one no matter their age. What a wonderful example of selfless love for their family…for each other. How he wished Susanna was here to experience his loving family…to be part of it.

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John Nelson was already seated at the restaurant when Susanna and Muz arrived after the ballet. Susanna loved hearing the excitement in their voices as they talked about their anniversary cruise. Daddy had even bought a new digital camera, an early Christmas present from Muz.

She had noticed in recent years that they usually bought each other’s presents together, or asked each other what they wanted, which she supposed was practical. It guaranteed you wouldn’t be standing in a long return line the day after Christmas, but where was the surprise? No she’d vote for the romance of the unknown anytime. For example, think of how dull her life would be without Harry the Hairy-nosed Wombat! Her silly grin lasted throughout dinner.

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The Buhlers took up two pews for the midnight service. The younger children were tucked safely in bed with a neighbor’s daughter as babysitter. Only the older two, Felix’s girls, nine and ten, had ‘graduated’ and were allowed to attend. They arrived about 11:15 to be sure of a seat. The choir performed carols starting at half past eleven and usually the church was filled by then. Urs had been welcomed with open arms by the choir director, another long time friend, so Mami had excused him earlier in the day for an hour or so to practice. He would be singing as part of the regular choir but had been pressed into service for a solo, “O Holy Night”.

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Susanna felt happy about her choice of gifts for Muz and Daddy. Muz thought the pashmina would be perfect for those hopefully cool evenings out on deck and most certainly come in handy with the air conditioning. Daddy had his nose in the book immediately, so she was relieved.

If Susanna felt happy about gifts to her parents, she was quite literally tickled pink over their gifts to her. Muz had found an elegant evening cape in a shade barely hinting of pink and complimenting her dress perfectly. There was also a tiny velvet box containing simple diamond ear studs. Susanna couldn’t have chosen more perfect gifts herself. She truly felt blessed as she hugged and kissed her beaming fairy godmother and godfather. Cinderella was ready for the ball.

Chapter 64
Merry Christmas

The Nelsons also arrived early for midnight service and enjoyed the pre-service choir presentation. When they returned home, however it was only to their beds, not cookies and hot chocolate.

Just as a child finds sleep elusive on Christmas Eve, so did Susanna. So while little ones waited for Santa to bring their toys, Susanna waited for dreams to bring her Urs. Tossing and turning, she rearranged and adjusted Bag Boy Jr. several times to no avail.

Were the hands on the clock stuck? Finally she got up, padded to the den and flipped on the computer, hoping for an email from Urs. There was none. She counted the hours to Urs’ time. Was he up now? Maybe he’d gone for a run. No, they’d been up late so he’d probably slept later than usual. She’d have to tease him about that.

Then she remembered. Of course! Urs and Aunt Alta both had the right idea. She needed some cookies and hot chocolate. Alas all Susanna could find was one, lone, stale store-bought cookie Muz must have forgotten to throw away as she cleaned out the pantry. It was still in its package and slightly the worse for wear but she could dunk it she supposed. ‘Obviously cookie making genes weren’t inherited; otherwise Urs wouldn’t have to worry about sharing.’ She smiled at her observation. At least the makings of hot chocolate were there.

Snuggling and dunking with her iPod and Bag Boy Jr., she gradually relaxed as the soft melancholy strains of “Wintersong” finally brought her dreams of Urs.

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The Buhler clan had enjoyed their cookies and hot chocolate when they returned from the service, but gradually even the five original Buhler children succumbed to the magic of Christmas Eve.

Gently gathering up the sleeping ones, they managed to put their coats on over their pajamas and wrapped them up in extra blankets like huge Christmas bundles. After the cozy warmth of the house, the sharp frostiness of the air nearly took Urs’ breath away as he quickly deposited one of Pia’s ‘bundles’ into the back seat of the car. As his feet crunched on the snow-covered path he looked down at his boots, picturing Susanna’s little pink toes sinking into the warm beach sand. It seemed hard to believe they were on the same planet! Urs stood in the doorway with his arm around Mami as they all whispered their Merry Christmases and departed two by two for Lucerne proper.

Pia had the larger house, so Felix, his wife and two daughters were staying with her. Surprisingly, the girls got along well with Pia’s two boys, perhaps because the older girls loved ‘mother henning’ them. Eva wasn’t married and only had a small house so Irma, her husband and their daughter were her houseguests.

Mami had made sure the kitchen was neat and tidy before everyone left so it wasn’t long before the elder Buhler household was fast asleep.

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On Christmas morning, while Susanna was sleeping in, Muz was checking off items on her packing list, carefully placing her new shawl on top. They had a morning flight tomorrow for Miami and would be able to board the ship as soon as they arrived.

Motorcycles? There wasn’t one in her dream. Slowly she surfaced and realized it was her phone.

“Merry Christmas, Susanna.” Urs shouted, holding his hand over his ear so he could hear her.

Susanna pulled the phone away from her ear quickly. She could hear children squealing and other voices in the background along with some music playing, German songs she thought.

“Merry Christmas to you, Urs.” she shouted back giggling.

“There, that’s better.” She heard a door close and much less noise now.

“Are you still there?” Urs asked.

“Yes, I’m here. How are you?” she was using a more normal volume now, but still giggling.

“What are you laughing at?” Urs sat on down on his bed and attempted to take off his sweater one-handed.

“I was just thinking of the first time you called. Remember the quiet police? Well this was just like the exact opposite, that’s all. It’s very loud. What’s going on there?” she wondered just how many relatives Urs did have.

“It’s only Felix and my three sisters and their families. Uncle Urs just finished being the horsey and he needs a rest. I don’t know where they get all that energy!” Urs exclaimed, as he chose a shirt from his closet. What ever had possessed him to wear a sweater in the first place?

“It must be that fresh mountain air you breathe. Do you have snow?” Susanna pulled back the curtains on a dazzlingly, sunny day.

“Yes a little, it’s not snowing now but there’s a few inches on the ground from yesterday. We finished eating lunch a while ago and Felix will be heading back to Zurich soon. Irma is staying a few more days with Eva before they go back to Bern.” Urs opened the door slightly in response to the knocking and motioned to the phone. Felix closed the door, with a smile and a thumbs-up.

“Since Muz and Daddy are leaving tomorrow morning and I’m going in the afternoon, the couple next door have invited us for dinner. Maybe I’ll do some packing later tonight. I’m ready.”

“Ready! You mean you’re all packed.”

“No, I said I’m not packed yet I’m just ready to leave. I’m ready to come home.” Susanna explained.

“And go on our mystery trip?”
‘I hope I chose the right place.’

“Yes, I can hardly wait for the mystery trip!”
‘Doesn’t he realize I’m dying to find out where we’re going?’

“With me.” Urs the Unsure reminded her.

“Of course with you, PC.”
‘He sounds as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs.’

“Prince Charming, right? I remember from the goodnight kiss on the pillow.”
‘I wonder if she really thinks of me as her Prince Charming.’

“Exactly right, I’m proud of you.”
‘He’s really getting good at getting my little inside jokes. I think he likes them.’

Susanna heard what sounded like knocking over the phone.

“OK…just a minute. I need to say goodbye to Felix. He’s leaving now. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Bye, Houdini.”

“Bye, Bag Boy.”

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“Are you sure you don’t want to stay for dessert, Susanna?” Letha Mohr asked as she cut into a luscious looking pumpkin pie. “There’s apple pie if you prefer?”

“No, thank you so much Letha.” Susanna gave her a little hug. “What I really would like is one last swim and sunset since I’m flying home tomorrow. It’s been such beautiful weather this time and I don’t want to let it go to waste.” Susanna made clear, so as not to hurt her feelings.

“Of course dear, you go right ahead.”
The last time she was here she never spoke up at all. As I remember her husband even told us what kind of dessert she’d like before she ever got a chance.

“We’ve loved seeing you again. It seems ages since you’ve been back and I must say you look wonderful.”
I remember when she came back again for a few weeks right after the accident. She just kind of walked around in a daze. That was so sad, such a young man. But maybe it’s for the best. She just always seemed so quiet, so subdued when he was with her, not like the bubbly Susanna she was before she went to England.

“There’s just something about you…you just glow.” Letha commented, studying her intently.

“It’s amazing how a little suntan can perk you right up isn’t it? Thanks again for inviting me. Your dinner was delicious.”
‘Do I look that different? The last time I was here for Christmas I was with Bruce. Have I changed that much?’

As Susanna gave Bill Mohr and her parents a goodbye hug on the way out, she noticed they were setting up the table for bridge after dessert. She promised not to be too late since the Nelsons had an early morning flight and she was the chauffeur.

The Gulf still had some of the sun’s warmth from the day as she plunged into the surf. She loved the feel of her muscles lengthening and flexing, moving freely as she swam. She encouraged them to enjoy this unrestrained movement in preparation for their long imprisonment on the flight tomorrow. Finally she gave herself up to total relaxation as she floated in the bath-water warm Gulf.

The kaleidoscope of sunset colors had vanished by the time Susanna gathered up her towel and started her barefoot walk back up the beach toward home. As a sliver of moon dangled a crooked smile over the softly lapping waves, Susanna’s mind and heart slipped back to Aunt Alta’s attic on Thanksgiving. It seemed light years ago; that night when she’d stood next to Urs and suddenly knew she loved him. Softly she began to sing, ‘I see the moon, the moon sees me…’ and she thought of Urs only one day away.

Click to hear the song, “I See the Moon”.

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Chapter 65
One More Day

The airport was unusually quiet when Susanna dropped off Muz and Daddy the next morning. She supposed that since it was Thursday everyone would be waiting until Sunday to travel home, which was fine by her. Not that she minded driving, but she found down here, especially in the winter, the little old lady drivers did not confine their roadtrips to Sunday afternoons.

On the way home she stopped by a souvenir store for a little something for Urs but decided to skip a café mocha. It just didn’t seem the same unless Urs delivered it now. ‘Boy am I getting spoiled!’ she realized.

She checked the mail when she got home. Today was the last delivery and the rest would be held until the Nelson’s returned. She casually checked to be sure there were no bills to be paid. The last piece of mail was a card from Urs of Lucerne. Talk about lucky! She’d have to let him know.





“Hi Bag Boy. I just got your card from Lucerne.” Susanna began.

“Hi Houdini. How are you?”

“I’m wondering if you’re really going to take me on a boat trip around the lake.” Susanna felt sure she’d been delivered a clue.

“Ja, sure we can do that.” Urs answered, wondering if this sudden interest in boats was because of the fishing trip she’d taken.

“Will it be on the mystery trip?” Susanna felt sure that Urs wouldn’t lie if this was the mystery trip destination.

“I think you’d probably like it a lot more if the temperature was above freezing, don’t you?” Urs logical thinking kicked in, along with the realization of what Susanna was up to.

“So that means we’re not going to Lucerne on the mystery trip, right?” Susanna thought that at least she could eliminate one choice.

“I didn’t say that, Houdini, and stop trying to trick it out of me. You’ll find out soon enough.” Urs sidestepped nicely.

“So what have you been doing today?” Susanna said resignedly, knowing there was no use flogging a dead horse. Urs wouldn’t be tricked into telling.

“Well I worked on my bike a little, Mami always can find something that needs doing and tonight Eva has invited us to dinner. Mami has given her some of her recipes so she’s trying them out on us. We’ll be like guinea pigs.” Urs said a little uncertainly.

“Urs, shame on you. That’s not nice to say. Besides isn’t Eva the sister who broke your nose? You’d better watch you step!” she cautioned.

“Don’t worry I can run faster than her. Speaking of fast, that boat looks fast, I’m impressed.”





“So you got the card. That’s good that it came while you were still there. Yeah, it was fast considering the passengers and equipment.”

“Are you all packed?”

“Just about. I only need to put in a few souvenirs I picked up this morning.” Susanna said, as she fingered the souvenir she’d bought for Urs.

“Am I going to get any of those souvenirs?” Urs asked cheekily.

“Nope. Just me, I’m afraid.” Susanna shot back.

Urs immediately thought of several replies, however his brain rated all of them in the couldn’t, wouldn’t or shouldn’t category, so he substituted silence.

“Urs, are you still there?” Susanna spoke into the phone.

“A..Yes I’m here.” he managed to choke out. “What time do you leave?”

“The airport van is supposed to be here about 4:00PM and my flight leaves at 6:45PM. I get in at 8:10AM.” Susanna said as she checked her ticket. “Hopefully I can sleep some on the plane. What time is your flight due in?”

“At 2:30.”

“I can pick you up if you like. We can grab something to eat on the way home. We’ll both need an early night anyway to unpack and do laundry and be ready for our MYSTERY TRIP!!!! YEAH!!” Susanna’s squealed.

Quickly pulling the phone away, Urs rubbed his ear and waited, smiling, until the squealing subsided.
“OK OK just calm down. That would be great if you could come get me. I’ll call you when I pick up my bag. By the time I clear customs you’ll probably be there. I’m on Swiss International Airlines from Zurich. Oh and in case you’ve forgotten, I’m the one with the curly hair.” he zinged.

“OK I’ve got all that. I’ll be there. Oh and in case you’ve forgotten, I’ll be the suntanned one in the cute little silver roadster.” she zinged back.

Without thinking, “I can hardly wait to see you.” came rushing out of Susanna’s mouth.

“Me too. Only one more day.” said the Isabel voice.

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As Susanna showered, her mind wandered to the fun she’d had sending the postcards and virtual kisses. She hoped Urs didn’t think she was acting too silly, but she’d seen positively wicked glimpses of his dry sense of humor and loved him all the more for them. Somehow she couldn’t see herself caring for someone without at least a nodding acquaintance with the absurd and ridiculous.

During her marriage to Bruce, she felt as if her funny bone had been encased in a heavy plaster cast but now it seemed to be alive and well and flourishing. Time and Urs really were great healers. Now if she could clear up the fuzzy bits and pieces of the accident she could really get on with her life.

Deciding to practice what she preached, she dried off, and with a towel around her, went to send Urs one last virtual kiss.



She added Urs’ souvenir to her carryon and set her bags out on the front walk for the airport van. He drove up into the driveway, honked and as he put the bags into the back, Susanna locked the door, got in, and headed to the airport.

In the back seat, she found herself checking her watch frequently as the van driver picked up his other assigned travelers going to the airport. She was relieved when she checked in a bit early and mentally awarded herself a gold star. Urs would be proud. For her flight home she decided to pick up a few travel magazines to read. She still hadn’t given up completely on finding out ahead of time where they were going. Of course as Urs so logically pointed out she’d know very soon, but the mental challenge would help pass the time.

She had a window seat this time, truly her favorite place to sit. Maybe someday she’d tell Urs, but right now the thought of crawling over him or making him get up into the aisle for her was still too embarrassing, well that wasn’t exactly the word she wanted, it was just too close…too intimate. She could feel the warmth spread from her neck upward.

Intimate! Intimate! You silly goose! Elbowing someone in the ribs or squashing their toes accidentally as you cling onto the headrest of the person in front of you and probably pull their hair in the bargain is anything but intimate! Sadistic maybe, intimate never!

I totally agree and I’ve never had a problem before, just with Urs.

Oh brother!

With that exchange, the channels of communication between Susanna and her mental Bag Boy Jr. were now effectively closed. As they reached cruising altitude, Susanna pulled the window shade down against the slanting rays of the sun, opened her travel magazine, and went on safari.

As if to prove her point, Susanna made two forays to the lavatory with nary a qualm of conscience, managing not to crush toes or pull hair in the process. Finally about an hour after dinner, she arranged her pillow and blanket, attempted to snuggle, with little success, into her seat, and eventually fell asleep, dreaming of home and Urs.

Chapter 66
No Place Like Home

Susanna arrived back at her apartment in the cold, rainy, traffic-clogged confines of London right around 10:00AM. Not too shabby considering the queue for customs could almost be measured in miles. She had slept a good part of the way back and it just felt so good to be moving again so she hit the door running. She had done a load of clothes early yesterday morning so laundry wouldn’t really be a problem.

Her ball gown and wrap were on top and had come through in good shape. She was careful to hang the gown on the back of her closet door so Urs wouldn’t see it. Even though he did know the color, he’d probably be either expecting something like THE PINK ROBE or pale pink. This dress was neither, but the salesperson had promised it would ‘knock his socks off’ or words to that effect. Susanna hoped she knew what she was talking about. She was pretty sure she’d never had that effect on anyone before, but then there was always a first time.

And speaking of THE PINK ROBE, it did not have a ticket for the mystery trip. Not that it wouldn’t be very warm and cozy wherever in the snow they were going, but she just didn’t have room. Urs would probably be overjoyed, she conceded, but she still planned on teasing him about it.

With this problem solved, she turned her attention to an even trickier problem: how to greet Urs. Since she was picking him up ‘on the fly’ so to speak, the running through the airport and leaping into his arms scenario was dead in the water. What about jumping from the car, rushing around to open the door for him, bowing from the waist and saying ‘Your chariot awaits you sir,’? Knowing Urs he’d probably keep right on walking. And then there was the question of hugging or kissing in public. Would anyone notice? Did anyone care? How could something so simple suddenly become so complicated?

Susanna’s reverie of overthinking was rudely interrupted by Urs’ insistent knocking and loud request to “Unlock the door, Susanna.” Well at least she had a good excuse for not hearing. It was Il Divo blaring from the CD player. She popped the trunk, hurriedly got out and went round the back to meet him. Closing the trunk, he turned to her and instantly the complicated became obvious. Like two magnets, they locked each other in their embrace and kissed…one long, joyful, welcome home kiss that seemed to go on forever, at least the man in the car behind them thought so as he finally tooted his horn.

With a sheepish grin and a wave, Urs quickly slid into the driver’s seat as Susanna filled the passenger side. Checking his mirror for traffic he merged into the exit lane and headed for Susanna’s apartment.

On the way home it was as if they had both stuffed their mouths with grapes, too many to hold, as snatches of sentences, words, and stories fell out in their eagerness to share…to reconnect. Urs kept looking over at Susanna every time he spoke and she had to remind him to watch the road. He just laughed and traced her cheek with the back of his hand. Susanna had turned partly sideways in her seat to see him more fully and suddenly she reached up and playfully tousled his hair. “What was that for?” he grinned.

“I love mussing you curls. Do you mind?” she asked, finding a particularly nice curl to twirl around her finger.

“No go ahead, muss away.”

‘I love it when you run your fingers in my hair. Just knowing that you want to touch me…that you feel confident enough to make the first move is so sexy.’

Urs carried his suitcase with him since he’d already decided to call a cab from her apartment to take him home later. “You’ve had a long day and you’re tired. I don’t want you driving.”

‘How thoughtful and masterful of him.’ Susanna thought. Of course the masterful part tickled her no end as she thought of Muz and Daddy.

They walked together in an easy closeness, but there were no hugs or kisses yet. They’d had their public display and would keep their private one just that.

Urs dropped his bag and lifted her in a breathless hug as she make fists in his jacket and clung to him, her toes barely touching the floor. His mouth swooped down on hers with a hungry urgency as Susanna returned his kiss.

Breathless, he returned her feet to the floor as they held each other, listening to their heartbeats return to normal. Finally they released each other to shed their jackets. Urs kissed the top of her hair tenderly and inhaled her fragrance as they walked to the sofa with their arms around each other.

They sat sideways turning toward each other, holding hands, two Cheshire cats examining with their eyes and remembering with their hearts.

“Mein Gott I can’t believe how much I missed you.” Urs said in amazement.

His mouth hovered over hers, then settled softly to taste the sweet nectar of her lips. His fingertips caressed her face as he gently kissed her eyes, her cheeks, the tender spot under her ear, finally dipping down to explore her neck and collarbone. Lifting his head he returned to the corner of her mouth for a tiny hidden kiss.

Susanna leaned back with a sigh and smiled. “That’s good because I missed you just as much, Urs.” Then she gave him a gentle, lingering kiss as she softly stroked his sideburns.

As if on cue, Urs drew her into the circle of his arm with a mutual exhale of contentment. With their heads close together as if they were telling a secret, Urs and Susanna recounted the high points of their holidays. At all once, Urs stomach growled a greeting, signaling it was time for a kitchen break.

He was in the middle of his second cookie when he remembered. He hurried to his new computer bag, still sitting when it had been dropped, marking the site of their welcome home kiss. He unzipped one of the pockets and returned to the kitchen table with his gifts for Susanna. His first gift was a pocket sized German dictionary, which she declared a perfect fit for her purse.

Then he was torn between which of the two remaining gifts to give her next. His sweet tooth decided for him. It was a box of Teuscher champagne truffles from Zurich, the best in the world according to Urs. Of course they both had to sample one and Susanna certainly hadn’t tasted anything more delicious.

‘Urs, I don’t think you understand what you’re started here.’ she thought with a smile. Now she knew what to ask for on Valentine’s Day, birthdays’, Groundhog Day, St. Patrick’s Day, Easter…

The last treasure he presented her with, truly was one…some of Mami’s cookie recipes. Urs had wondered which ones she’d be willing to share and had been happy beyond words when she’d chosen his most favorites. What a Mami!

Susanna was speechless, a very uncommon occurrence, and so touched she could only mouth ‘Thank you’ as she looked at Urs with suspiciously bright eyes.

Then it was Susanna’s turn. She made her souvenir trip into her bedroom where she’d already unpacked Urs little treasures. The first two went together in a plastic bag, some of the pure white sand from beautiful Sanibel Island along with several specimens from Susanna’s shelling expedition. She thought that if they were put into a nicely shaped glass bowl they might make an attractive addition to Urs décor and of course a reminder of the giver. Then came her other gift.

“Urs, remember when Harry the Hairy-nosed Wombat flew across the ocean from Australia, in the overhead bin and had his little accident? Well I”…

“How did you know about that? Who told you? Seb? I should have known. He can never keep his mouth closed.” Urs interrupted.

“found this little something for you. His name is Swampy the Alligator.” and she whipped Swampy out of his bag with great showmanship and handed him to Urs.



From the look on Urs face, after he stopped laughing, he and Swampy were destined to have a long and fruitful relationship…well at least a long one Susanna hoped.

As she tactfully began packing Urs gifts up for their ride home, he raised his eyes in a silent question as he looked at his watch. “No I’m not giving you the bum’s rush here Urs. I know it’s still early but…you haven’t unpacked yet before you repack and I’m thinking maybe you might need to do some laundry when you get home? By the way what time is the You Know What to You Know Where happening?” she smiled sweetly.

By now Urs was standing and from the expression on his face and his hand now on his behind Susanna realized he had understood only a little bit of what she’d said, rather like being only a little bit pregnant.

“Urs, a bum... like a vagrant, a homeless person, not like your behind. It means shoo…ask you to leave right away, hurry the person out. I mean I’m not trying to get rid of you because I want you to leave. I just want you to not be up half the night getting ready. That’s all. You’ve been traveling too remember.

Susanna watched his face carefully as she spoke, looking for signs that he was angry but there were none. “I’m sorry Urs. I’m always confusing you with my words, but that’s just the way I talk. I don’t do it on purpose. That’s just me. I’m sure when I start using my German dictionary I’ll be making a lot of mistakes. I’m not good at languages like you are. I really admire your gift for them. I wish I were… “ Urs mouth descended swiftly in an intense kiss, effectively stoppering Susanna’s attempt to diminish herself.

He gave her one of her favorite rocking hugs as he held her close with his chin resting on the top of her head. “Yes you do confuse me sometimes, but I really do like those funny words and sayings you come up with. That’s part of who you are and what makes you special and you are wery special to me, Susanna.” With that Urs stepped back and gently kissed her forehead.

“And you’re right about getting ready for tomorrow. I want everything to be perfect for our little vacation and New Years Eve. I’ll be here at 11:00AM to pick you up. Our flight leaves about 1:00PM. Remember it will be cold where we’re going and before you try to trick any more information out of me I think I’d better call a cab.” he chuckled.

By the time the cab arrived, Susanna and Urs were waiting in the lobby. With a bag in each hand, he bent down for a brief kiss and with a blinky wink in lieu of a wave, he was gone.

Chapter 67
Destination: Romance

Susanna’s eyes scoured the departure schedule on the monitor for flights at 1:00PM. Had Urs the Sneaky misled her again? Even if he hadn’t, it was a fruitless task she decided as she scrolled through pages of departures at or near one o’clock.

There were several British Airways ones, of course, but that was no help. Then there was KLM. Maybe he was taking her to Amsterdam where he had lived for several years. That would be lovely…canals…windmills. Alitalia also had some offerings…Rome of course, the Eternal City, Florence…the art museums, Venice, a definite possibility…so romantic. Susanna pictured herself in a gondola passing under the Bridge of Sighs as Urs sang some heart-melting song in perfectly accented Italian. Then there was always Verona. Wasn’t that the scene of Romeo and Juliet? She might need to check on that. But if it was, how romantic would that be?

Susanna’s sleuthing came to an abrupt end as the buzzer rang, causing her to quickly turn off the computer. Trying not to look guilty, she pushed the button and checked the time, 10:55. To say she was anxious was to say the passengers on the Titanic had a small boating accident. The sooner they got to the airport the sooner the Case of the Mystery Trip could be solved.

She opened the door as Urs came down the hall toward her. His grin looked almost painful and his prowl had a definite bounce to it. Oh yes! He was as excited as she was. What his kiss lacked in length he more than made up for in exuberance.

Although they hadn’t actually discussed it, they had come to the same conclusion: the Mystery Trip deserved a slightly more formal attire, at least for traveling. Urs wore his dark overcoat and newly knitted scarf, Susanna noted with pride. Her usual mittens and striped scarf had been replaced with stylish lined gloves, hat and scarf to compliment her tan camel hair coat. Their dark slacks and shoes gave them a perfectly matched look. It was Susanna’s turn to wear a low ponytail caught with a tortoiseshell clip while Urs hair decided today it wanted to be in semi concert mode. ‘Thank goodness for disobedient curls.’ sighed Susanna.

“Good I see you’re all ready.” he noted, seeing her suitcase at the door. Susanna also picked up on the way his eyes lit up as he saw her magical carryon bag. It held a special surprise to keep him happy on their flight this afternoon.

Checking her purse for her passport, Susanna grabbed her garment bag with the ball gown as Urs picked up the other two bags. ‘Finally.’ she breathed, as they headed downstairs. The mystery trip had begun.

As Urs carefully laid her bag on top of the suitcases in the trunk, Susanna saw there was a matching one already there. He made a teasing gesture as if to unzip her bag and peek inside.

‘Don’t you dare, Urs Buhler. I’ll send you straight to Australia.’ she threatened playfully. ‘That sweet little boy smile of apology would almost be worth letting him peek.’ she thought. At the same time she was dying to know what his suit looked like.

“Do you have the tickets?” she asked as soon as they were seated in the back of the taxi. Of course she knew the answer, after all this was Urs we were talking about, but maybe, just maybe, he’d pull them out and she could…

But Urs the Sneaky was still just that. “Yes, they’re right here, nice and safe.” he chuckled with a self-satisfied grin as he patted his inside coat pocket, wrapped an arm casually over her shoulder and looked out the window. Susanna decided this last move must be so she couldn’t see him laughing because she could feel a definite ha, ha in his shoulder.

As they got out at the curb, Urs found a porter and they entered the well-planned chaos of the departure hall. Urs showed the tickets to him and he led the way toward the baggage check-in for Austrian Airlines. When they took their place in line, Susanna studied the list of departures: Innsbruck, were they going skiing? Urs had said there would be snow. Was it Salzburg, Mozart’s home? Of course. Urs loved Mozart; he’d even performed one of his aria’s for his audition hadn’t he? Or could it be Vienna with the Spanish Riding School and the Vienna Boys’ Choir. Think of the glorious music they could experience. Which one was it?

Urs couldn’t stand it any longer. Keeping this a surprise had been one of the most difficult things he could remember doing…oops, maybe he’d better amend that statement he decided, suddenly thinking of all those cold showers.

By now he was practically standing on tiptoes he was so excited and Susanna was long past the tiptoe stage and was doing a little tap dance of anticipation. As she held out her hand in a ‘give me’ gesture Urs the Cheshire Cat placed the tickets into her outstretched fingers. Urs the Sneaky had evidently anticipated her reaction because he held his ground as she launched herself upward, threw her arms around his neck and gave him her best thank you kiss. They were going to Vienna on their Mystery Trip!

Urs looked out the window at the pattern of clouds and waited patiently as Susanna read “A Vile Justice”, a mystery about ancient Egypt he guessed from the cover. Judging this was about the time in the flight where he’d start his magazine begging, he reached into his new computer bag. Pulling out a motorcycle magazine he ‘accidentally’ bumped her arm. Susanna looked over at him, smiled and returned to ancient Egypt. Hmmm! Oh well, at least he had his magazine to read.

About ten minutes later, Susanna smiled knowingly to herself. ‘Urs you are so easy.’ Reaching into her magic carryon bag she produced a Toblerone bar and began slowly unwrapping it. Urs head snapped to attention, along with his salivary glands. His upturned palm invaded Susanna’s Toblerone territory. Without even looking at him, Nurse Susanna slapped the chocolate instrument into Dr. Urs waiting hand. Gotcha! “You do realize you need to share.” she added as she handed him a napkin and a handwipe and took out one for herself.

Settling back in the seat of the car, they released a simultaneous sigh. They were almost there. So far things had gone like clockwork, mostly due to Urs perfect Swiss planning. They’d sailed through the airport collecting their bags and clearing customs. Then a car from the Hotel Sacher, where Urs had booked a two-bedroom suite, had met them. It was one of the jewels of all the Viennese hotels sitting right across from the Opera House in the city’s center.

After registering and receiving their keycards, they were shown to their suite. Susanna was speechless. It was truly magnificent. She loved everything about it; the perfectly appointed salon that joined the two bedrooms was done completely in a pale robin’s egg blue with cream accents. The color scheme continued into the bedrooms and even repeated in the marble bathroom and the view was magnificent.



As the door clicked shut she hurried over to Urs, and gazed up at him with shining eyes. “Urs this is so perfect! Thank you for doing this. I feel like a fairy princess and this is my castle. I have never felt so special.”

Urs looked down on her with his truly beautiful smile, warm, caring, gentle, as he ever so slowly closed the gap between them and touched his lips to hers. It was a devastating kiss…long, intoxicating, and all encompassing leaving both of them more than a little wobbly.

“Um…you’re very welcome, Susanna. You make me feel very special too.” Urs blinky-winked or was he just trying to refocus his brain.

“I’m getting kind of hungry. After we unpack can we go get something to eat please?” Susanna asked as she tucked one of his disobedient curls back in place.

“That sounds good to me. I’ll race you.” he challenged and took off toward his bedroom.

“Last one done picks the restaurant.” Susanna called over her shoulder and disappeared in the opposite direction.

Susanna’s speed was no match for Urs neatness as she strolled into his bedroom and caught him red handed, well really red, gray and black handed putting his boxer briefs into the drawer. Seeing the look on his face she thought it best to keep walking, right into his bathroom!

“What are you doing in here? I mean are you unpacked already?” Urs and his slightly flustered voice carried themselves toward the bathroom.

“Oh, here you are.” A surprised Susanna gulped as she poked her head around the bathroom door and almost met Urs head on coming in. “I was just checking your room out. Seeing if it was better than mine.” she said teasingly. “I think your tub might be a teensy bit bigger, but my shower is nicer. It has one of those little benchy things inside to sit on. Do you think that’s for the handicapped?”

Urs mind may not have taken the high road but his mouth did. “Well…I guess it would come in handy if you were handicapped.” ‘…or even more handy if you were able-bodied.’ he fantasized. Then he immediately tried to give his mind a cold shower before the rest of him needed one.

That Susanna! How could he not love her? She had completely melted his heart. Here was a woman so natural, so straightforward, so genuine. She was completely without guile and it seemed he loved her more each day.

By the time Urs dried off from his mental cold shower, Susanna had given his bed a few test bounces and proclaimed it equal to hers. With that she returned to her side of the suite to change for dinner. She made it a point to close the door. After all you didn’t want just anybody wandering into your room did you?

Urs made sure he was the last one ready, since he’d booked a table for dinner at the Anna Sacher restaurant in the hotel when he’d checked in.

‘They make an elegant couple.’ crossed the waiter’s mind as he seated them, Urs dark suit, tie and shirt a perfect foil for Susanna simple, long-sleeved red wool dress and black boots.

Bowing to Urs expertise, he ordered weiner schnitzel for both of them and for dessert, sacher torte, a dense chocolate cake enhanced by a thin layer of apricot jam. Urs was in chocolate heaven and Susanna was not far behind.



They lingered over coffee and brandy, as Urs dropped little tidbits about their plans for tomorrow, rather like Hansel leaving breadcrumbs. But in Urs’ version, there would be no wicked witch, only a trail of wonderful places he planned to take Susanna, ending at the marvelous candy house of sweets called the Hofburg Palace. Cinderella and her handsome prince would be attending the New Years Eve Imperial Ball.

Chapter 68
Seeing the Sights

“St. Stephens Cathedral or Stephansdom has two very impressive features: the gigantic roof and the tall, lean tower. It was built in 1147.” Susanna read from the guidebook she’d insisted on buying in the airport.



She and Urs sat on the sofa finishing their room service breakfast. They were a contrast of dark and light. Urs was already dressed in dark slacks and a grey shirt while Susanna was still in her robe…a super-soft, not too fluffy, white one provided by the hotel. ‘Gott sie Dank! Thank God!’ was Urs first thought when she emerged from her bedroom this morning.

“After church can we find a bakery and buy a loaf of bread, please oh please?” Susanna pleaded.

“Ja, sure. Do you want to feed the birds?” Urs answered cautiously, threatening to unibrow at any moment.

“Oh no, that’s not it.” she replied vaguely, never taking her nose out of the book. “We need to take it to church.”

This was definitely a unibrow moment with a capital U.

“Urs. Listen to this.” Susanna, still holding part of her croissant, tapped Urs arm to get his attention, “there’s this weird little dent in the wall on the left side of the main entrance.”

She had Urs attention, however it was definitely divided, as he alternately kept his eyes on her and the waving croissant she had forgotten about. “Dissastified customers used it to measure the size of a loaf of bread. That way they would know if the baker was cheating them. We could measure our loaf to see if it’s the right size.”

Time for Hansel to drop another breadcrumb.
“Actually I’m not sure that we’ll have enough time. After the service at 10:15 I thought we could look at all those fascinating things you found about the cathedral, but at 1:00 we have an appointment for a dance lesson.”

“Dance lesson? What kind of dance lesson?” Susanna squeaked.

“Viennese waltz. You want to go to the ball don’t you Cinderella?” Urs asked, planting a quick kiss on her mouth.

“Of course, but I already know how to waltz. I’m sure it can’t be very much different from the plain old regular waltz can it?” she rationalized.

“First of all yes, it is different and second there will be several hundred other people waltzing at the same time. We’ll need to stay in step with them because we’ll all be going in the same direction around the room as we turn.” was Urs logical explanation.

“Oh, of course.” Susanna’s little voice agreed.
“ You didn’t say where the Ball was going to be held.”
‘Why am I beginning to think this Ball is a much bigger deal than I thought?’

“It begins the Ball season in Vienna. It’s always held in the Hofburg Palace.” ‘I hope I haven’t scared her, but everyone else who will be taking lessons will be talking about it. It’s better she knows ahead of time.’

Urs set her book and rather bendy croissant down, and took her hand as if making a grand entrance. Suddenly stopping, he turned her into his arms. Holding his body in perfect ballroom position he began to waltz her around the room in a counterclockwise direction, turning as they went. Where had he learned this?

“How many lessons did you sign us up for?” Susanna asked, mentally shelving any future sightseeing as she collapsed on the sofa, winded and dizzy after only four circuits. She certainly hoped they offered remedial classes for slow learners.

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“It does fit!” exclaimed Urs removing the bread from the indentation in the cathedral wall. This time Susanna had been the timekeeper and had managed to see most of the guidebook’s suggestions and still have time for her bread experiment.

She linked her arm through Urs as they walked back toward the hotel. Already she’d stored up special memories of the trip. Sitting next to Urs and hearing his beautiful voice singing with the backdrop of a magnificent Gothic cathedral was an experience not to be believed. The shared, misty-eyed smiles of understanding that connected them in the moment were even better.

Nothing in Vienna seems very far from anything else. The cathedral and their dance lesson were only a short walking distance from their hotel.

Susanna had thought they would go directly to the lesson from the cathedral but Urs said they needed to practice in the shoes they would wear to the ball. Magically, Houdini found just the right bag and Bag Boy to carry them.

The Elmayer Dance School was a warren of mirrors and wooden floors that had been the center of the Viennese waltz scene since 1919.

After changing into their ‘dancing’ shoes, Urs and Susanna were given their dance instructors; dancing with each other would come at tomorrow’s lesson. Susanna hoped Urs’ trousers were more roomy than usual to accommodate the shin guards he’d need to be wearing when they practiced together.

His teacher was a young Austrian girl, Bernadette. As they whirled across the parquet floor, Susanna could see the glory of a woman and a man waltzing beautifully together. Unfortunately, he wasn’t waltzing with Susanna.

Meanwhile, Susanna and her partner, Roman, were box-stepping through the relentless three count of Johann Strauss. ”Smaller steps, smaller steps.” said Roman. “It’s turning, turning, turning, always turning. At the ball, it will be much quicker even. This is no English waltz. The Viennese waltz is twice as fast.”

‘Great,’ thought Susanna, ‘why do the Viennese have to be the snowboarders of the ballroom? Waltzing here isn’t just a pastime, it’s an Xtreme sport. Just wait till I tell David.’

Slowly, Roman added turns and arm position and by the end of the 55 minute lesson the OUCH, two, three, WHACK, two, three, OOF, two, three’s had changed into a passable semblance of a Viennese waltz. Susanna still thought it best to warn Urs.

After her ordeal, Susanna pleaded for sustenance so they stopped at the Café Braunerhoff for coffee and a pastry. Dropping their shoes off at the hotel, they were off to the Spanish Riding School.

Susanna could hardly wait to see the beautiful white Lipizzaner horses. Urs should have known better than to tell her the performance was in the winter riding hall of the Hofburg Palace, the same Palace where the Ball was held. It was a good thing he was holding her arm because he was sure she was about to do some of the Lipizzaner leaps in the air. Then when they entered the magnificent hall she was rendered completely speechless. She hoped her suspiciously bright eyes, quick hidden kiss and mini-hug told him how full her heart was at that moment. She was not only in love with this lovely man; she was in awe of his kindness.





After the marvelous performance, Urs the timekeeper whisked them off for a quick lunch on the run that Susanna loved: wurst from the street vendor’s Wurstelstand. Who knew there were so many kinds? Urs chose weisswurst for her and kasekrainer for himself along with hot cider. Of course they had to share.



Their last stop of the afternoon was very special to both of them, a concert of the world-renowned Vienna Boys’ Choir. As they were waiting for the performance to begin, Susanna read from the program.

“Urs how many concerts is Il Divo doing on their Tour?”

“I think right now we’ve planned about 50, why?”

“It says here the choir sings more than 300 concerts a year!”

“Are you trying to say we need to work more? So you want to get me extra work that way we can be apart more. Are you tired of me already, Houdini?” Urs said in mock anger.

“Oh no, I didn’t mean…” then seeing Urs’ grin she thumped him on the arm. “You just better not complain that you’re overworked. That’s all, Bag Boy.”

With that, Urs took her arm, threaded his fingers through hers and prepared to enjoy the concert. End of conversation. And enjoy it they did, more than once exchanging teary-eyed smiles at the angelic beauty of the voices.

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“What do you want to try eating tonight, Houdini?” Urs asked as they walked toward the Opera House across from their hotel. “We have one more musical surprise waiting for us tonight. I hope you don’t mind another concert, but this is Mozart and it’s in a very special venue. They only perform at the weekends and I didn’t want to leave it until the end in case we ran out of time. It starts at 7:30 though, so we need to watch the time.” Urs said pointing to his wrist for emphasis.

“Could we have pizza? That would be fast. I met this very nice woman in the ladies and she was raving about this wonderful Italian place with great pizza. I have the directions here somewhere.” Susanna said rummaging in her purse.

“Ja, sure.” As Urs read the directions Susanna had produced from her purse he pondered how the subject of pizza came up in the ladies. On second thought he decided that would be TMI.

Urs the Planner bought transit passes earlier in the day so they hopped on the tram from the Opera House and were soon enjoying luscious pizza at Ruffino’s on Josefstaedterstrasse.



They sat in the tiny jewelbox of a room with 50 other people as a bewigged chamber group played Mozart, Shubert, and Hayden. As Susanna gazed around the room at the kalidescope of Rococo frescoes adorning the walls, she couldn’t imagine a more perfect place to hear Mozart in Vienna or anywhere for that matter. It was as if they had stepped into an 18th century masterpiece. The Sala Terrena was not only the oldest concert hall in Vienna but also where Mozart himself performed many concerts.

“What were those concerts called again Urs?” Susanna wanted to remember every detail. This would most certainly be something write home about when Muz and Daddy returned from their cruise.

“It is the Konzerte im Mozarthaus, Concerts in Mozart’s House.” Urs answered, taking her arm as they came to an icy patch as they crossed the street.

“And wasn’t the Hayden wonderful? I mean I loved the Mozart but I so like Hayden. For some reason I really enjoy playing his music. I’ll never forget piano lessons with Sister Camilla when I was growing up. Those Bach Two Part Inventions about killed me. I absolutely hated them. Then if you played a wrong note, WHAP! she’d rap you fingers with her pointer. I bet if you taught piano you’d never do that would you?”

“No, of course not, especially not yours.” Urs replied, as he kissed her fingers softly.

“That makes up for Sister Camilla, almost.” Susanna teased as she offered up her other hand for a kiss. Laughing, Urs obliged with pleasure.

By the time they arrived back at the hotel it was after eleven. As they relaxed on the sofa replaying their exciting day, exchanging soft goodnight kisses, and attempting to hide yawns, Hansel decided it was time to drop one last breadcrumb.

“Do you want to hear what we’re going to do tomorrow?” he teased.

“Yes, of course.” Susanna answered trying to keep her tired eyes focused.

“Well, first thing in the morning we have another dance lesson. We get to practice together. Then…” Susanna missed the rest. She immediately had a vision of herself searching for wheelchair access entrances as she pushed Urs.

“Susanna, are you listening?” Urs asked, waving his hand in front of her face. “I asked you if that sounded alright?”

“Oh yes, Urs. That sounds great. I can hardly wait.” She answered, trying to sound enthusiastic and hoping she hadn’t over-committed herself.

But, as she packed her ‘dancing’ shoes in the bag, ready for tomorrow, the phrase ‘girding you loins for battle’ kept running through her brain.

Chapter 69
Over the River

Urs was in fit and lively mode, shuffling through several brochures as he ate breakfast. Susanna hoped some of the locations didn’t involve a great deal of walking for his sake.

Susanna entered the hallowed door of the Elamayer Dance School with her shoes under one arm and dread under the other. Urs, bless his beautiful, pointed, Italian shoes was the picture of composure, reassurance, and bravery. By the time they left an hour later, Fred and Ginger may have still reigned supreme, but Urs was not displaying any sign of a limp and Roman had promised Susanna they could pass as Viennese at the ball. Just.

Austrian coffeehouses are a sort of indoor version of Paris’s sidewalk cafes, only brainier. There are coffeehouses on almost every block of Vienna’s old quarters and Urs and Susanna stopped in one after their lesson. It was a high-ceilinged room filled with small tables and newspapers racks.

A haughty waiter, with a black bow tie and a dark goatee, served their coffee on a silver tray with a tiny dish of sugar cubes and a glass of water for each of them.

“Whew! It feels good to sit and rest. Without question, those are one hour shoes.” Susanna declared pointing to Bag Boy’s bag.

“It will be OK, Urs. They feel a little better today. I’ll break them in some more back at the hotel. Don’t look so worried. I promise not to go barefoot OK? At least until midnight. Then I have an excuse because that’s when Cinderella lost her shoe.” she pledged, leaning into his shoulder as he sat beside her and patting his hand comfortingly.

They’d been in the coffeehouse less than half an hour when Urs began to check his watch.
‘What is going on?’ Susanna wondered.
Ever since they’d first come in, he’d acted jumpy, playing the drums on his knee, tapping his fingers, even when he was holding her hand.

Hansel reached into his pocket for another breadcrumb.
“I think we’d better finish up. We need to start back to the hotel soon.” Urs announced abruptly.

“Are we doing something else now? You haven’t signed us up for yodeling lessons or something have you because if you have I was just teasing when I asked you…” Urs planned to distract her with a soft kiss, which quickly escalated to amazing. Just before it reached the ‘knock you’re socks off’ category he broke it off with a groan.

“Trust me, Houdini. You’ll love it.”
‘Gott I hope she will, literally.’

“I know it will be wonderful if you planned it.” Susanna said sincerely. ‘What was with that kiss? Not that I’m complaining, but all day it’s been just a little kiss here and there. Now all of a sudden he’s trying out for the Kissing Olympics.’

Whatever it was, Urs was keeping it close to the vest…and sweater and gloves and scarf. He and Susanna had changed into warmer outdoor clothes per his instructions.

Urs sat in the heated seat of their rental car, studying the map one more time and then turned in at the next right, a narrow road leading to a large house. Although she couldn’t read the German road signs, Susanna thought they were about twenty miles out of the city and was certain they were in the country. There was much more snow here, although the roads were clear.

As they pulled up to the two story frame house she could now see several buildings in the back. She recognized at least one of them as a barn. Was Urs taking her to see some Brown Swiss cows?

Urs turned off the engine and opened her door, still not revealing his surprise. Mitten in glove they walked up the steps and Urs knocked. A tall dark-haired man smiled his greeting.

“Urs, you found us. Come in, come in. Did you have any trouble? How long has it been?”

Once they were inside the warm house, the man was joined by a much shorter, smiling blond woman. Urs introduced Susanna to the couple, Gitte and Dieter Gerlach, friends of Felix’s. It seemed they’d met several years ago when Felix was doing his National Service.

Switching to German, the men talked very briefly, then with Gitte and Dieter’s admonition to “Have fun and stay warm.” Urs opened the door for Susanna and he led her back toward the barn.

Thinking to go into the barn, Susanna’s arm was pulled in another direction as they headed to the back. Coming around the corner of the barn she heard a tiny sound…and stopped, pinned to the spot in complete stillness. There was a sleigh with two horses, standing patiently, wearing their blankets. All she could think of was Cinderella’s carriage awaits!

“Oh Urs it’s like a fairytale. It’s….it’s my carriage isn’t it? This is the most romantic surprise. I feel like I’m in a movie. You are so good to me. I do love it. It’s perfect!” she babbled as she launched herself at him, trying to decide in midair whether to hug or kiss him, settling on both.

“OOF!” Urs grunted as she practically knocked the air out of him. Laughing he kissed her soundly, then pried her arms from around his neck. “Let’s get started then, Cinderella.”

Susanna helped Urs the best she could to reach over and remove the blankets from the horses but they were so tall, study draft animals, used to hard work. She took off a mitten and went round to give each of them a little scratch hello and pet their velvet noses. ”I wish we had brought them a treat.”

“Too bad we feed all your bread to the birds.” Urs teased. Susanna was sure her bread measuring experiment would be right up there with Harry the hairy-nosed wombat as soon as Urs could get back to tell David, Seb, and Carlos.

He helped her into the sleigh, carefully tucking a heavy blanket over her lap, then joined her, untied the reins, and with a little tap they were off.



Susanna shared her blanket with Urs, sitting as close as she could without hindering his driving. A bubble of laughter suddenly erupted. “This is like your granny when you were a little boy isn’t it?”

“Well there were more of us and granny was driving the sleigh, not pulling it.” he said, telling the joke on himself.

Susanna started humming, very softly since she hadn’t stood in the singing genes line at conception, “Over the river and through the woods to grandmother’s house we go… That’s a song we sing in school about going to visit in a sleigh.” she explained self-consciously when Urs questioned her with his raised eyebrows.

For the next several minutes the only sounds were the musical jingle of the bells, the crunch of runners on the snow and the thump of the huge shaggy-footed horses. Gradually a few snowflakes began drifting down as Susanna and Urs smiled and tried to catch them on their tongue.

Urs slowed the horses to a stop and tied the reins as the snowflakes began to fall in earnest. Susanna wrapped her arms around his neck to keep him warm as they kissed, slowly and tenderly. They laughed as fresh snowflakes fell on their lips, giving a cool burst of sensation that melted into the warmth of their kisses.

Susanna leaned her back into Urs’ chest and pulled the blanket up to her neck, as he wrapped his strong arms around her. “Tell me about the princess going to the ball.” she requested as she turned her head around to look at him.

“Once upon a time there was this beautiful, kind, strong, funny, cookie-baking princess…”

“That’s me right?” Susanna grinned up at him.

“…and she met this prince.”

“Strong, gentle, handsome, cookie-eating, singing prince.” Susanna corrected.

“ I can’t think any more.” Urs sat up and turned Susanna to face him. His hands gently cradled her face even as his eyes searched hers, seeking an answer deep in her soul.
“I love you.”

Susanna’s mouth formed a silent OH. He smiled and traced her lips with his finger.

“I just love you. And you make me happy. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you. You’re so much fun, so easy to love, so completely amazing… and I love you.” he said smiling helplessly. Urs released a huge breath and waited. ‘Why doesn’t she do something? Say something? Anything?’

Then she did. Susanna beamed…and it seemed as if the sun came out in her wonderful smile.

“Once upon a time there was this happy, amazed, thankful cookie-baking princess who loves you… I love you, Urs.” she said, blinking back tears.

Susanna’s fingers gently caressed his hair, stroked the sides of his face, lightly traced the contours of his cheeks and chin, outlined his lips as she spoke, “You came into my life unexpectedly, and everything changed for the better. Your laugh, the way your eyes crinkle, the sincere way you speak, your kindness and patience…I love all of you.”

When it’s right, you can’t say who is kissing whom. And it was right – so very right. Time stood still for the cookie loving Prince and cookie baking Princess lost in each other’s embrace as huge wet snowflakes sprinkled down on a romantic sleigh scene in a living snow globe.

Chapter 70
Two New Words

As the sleigh bearing them slid silently across the crisp snow, Susanna and Urs celebrated their love with an avalanche of emotions. Heartfelt feelings held in too long, whispered endearments, silent contemplations of this forever change in their lives, joyous laughing in the sheer magic of the moment, and a finale performance of sung and spoken ‘I love you’s’ rang out in the dusk of this short winter day.

As they arrived back at the barn, Dieter met them to help Urs with the horses. He stood back a little in amused silence smiling as Urs lifted Susanna down from the sleigh with a kiss.

“Gitte has supper ready. We hope you’ll stay.” Dieter invited hesitantly, sensing the shift in their behavior and wondering. He couldn’t remember Urs being so openly romantic.

Urs was torn. On the one hand, politeness dictated they stay. After all Dieter’s generosity had made the sleigh ride possible in the first place. But in reality all he wanted was a very quiet, romantic dinner with Susanna to relax and luxuriate in their new relationship.

He turned to Susanna, almost automatically, for guidance. She looked at him with a nearly imperceptible nod.“Danke, Dieter, that’s so kind of you. We’d love to stay. I’ll just go in and see if Gitte needs any help.” she smiled, giving Urs a mitten/glove squeeze.

Urs the Cheshire Cat gave his head a little shake in amazement, not only for the Danke but also for how easy the impossible was happening. They were becoming a real couple.

While Urs and Dieter unhitched the horses, rubbed them down and settled them into their stalls, Susanna gradually got acquainted with Gitte’s two darling 8 year-old twins, a boy and a girl. They had a million questions when they discovered she was a teacher, and soon stories and giggles were being traded all around. By the time the men returned, Susanna and Gitte were sitting by the cozy fire visiting like old friends over glasses of warm, fragrantly spiced Gluhwein.

While the men sipped their wine and thawed out in front of the fire, Gitte and Susanna loaded the table with plates and platters of delicious smelling food: Jagerschnitzel, spatzle, weinkraut, and for dessert apple strudel.

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The snow had stopped by the time they finally drove home through the crystal clear night.

“You made me feel so proud tonight with the way you got on with them. How are you able to meet new people and ten minutes later you’re chatting like old friends? You’re amazing.” Urs smiled over at Susanna.

“Danke. It’s easy when they’re so friendly. I really like them, they’re so genuine and the children are delightful.” She smiled back, fixing a nonexistent disobedient curl. ‘What is it with his hair? I just can’t seem to control these finger of mine.’ she looked down at her hands ruefully.

“Okaaay Miss Danke.” Urs grinned. “I see Danke is the word of the day. What will it be tomorrow I wonder?”

“Any suggestions Herr Buhler?”

“Oh yes,” Urs breathed, as he lifted up her hand and kissed her fingers. “Liebe.”

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It was after nine when they arrived back at their suite. As they cuddled on the sofa, a show tune from one of Susanna’s old musicals ran through her brain: ‘Two sleepy people by dawn’s early light, and two much in love to say goodnight.’ What a day this had been, her brain was still whirling. Urs loved her! She loved him!

Leaning back with their heads against the sofa, Urs turned to catch her dreamy smile and softly kissed her. Susanna worked up her courage and shyly asked, “Could I please have a proper kiss?”

Urs didn’t need to be asked twice. He gladly obliged, with much enthusiasm, as their proper kiss escalated rapidly to borderline overwhelming.

‘What a difference a few hours make.’ thought Susanna as she cautiously gave herself permission to slip her hands under Urs’ sweater and explore his chest, thoroughly, very thoroughly. Bruce had never been a touchy-feely person, at least when it came time for her to do the touching, so this was certainly a new experience. The other time she’d just left her hand still, afraid to move and wake him up. She hoped she was ‘doing it right’ if there was such a thing. So far Urs didn’t seem to be complaining.

‘His broad, muscled chest,’ thought Susanna,’ no make that his smooth, warm Urs-scented skin.’ as she inhaled the intoxicating scent of him. ‘Wait, how about his strong shoulders and oh my, this part must be his UBT.’ By the time she discovered the silky, soft sprinkling of hair she quickly moved on, afraid that her ridiculous sense of humor might cause her to break out in song. Even with her extremely limited experience, she knew this would definitely be a mood killer.

Now she experimented with tiny kisses up under his chin, next to his ear, on his ear, and on his neck, noticing which ones seemed to be his favorites, although he seemed to be enjoying all of them.

It must be here noted that Susanna was not as totally focused as she made out to be, due to Urs own exploration under her sweater. His long, sensitive fingers made tiny circles on the satin smoothness of her back, moving up to her shoulders, and then down along her sides, grazing her breasts. Her skin felt warm as honey as he traced her delicate collarbone. Gently pulling aside the fabric, he dipped his dark head to place tiny butterfly kisses along its length. He trailed his kisses up her neck and captured her mouth, savoring her taste, richer than any chocolate.

With a ragged sigh, Urs put his forehead to hers and ran his hands along her arms as their unsteady breathing calmed.

“Come here, my sweet Susanna.” he motioned as he sat back and pulled her onto his lap. “I want to make love with you. I ache for wanting you.”

Susanna was stunned. Not by his idea, but by the beautiful words he used to express it. ‘With you,’ she thought, ‘that is the true essence of this beautiful man.’

“When we do make love you have to want it as much as I do.” Urs went on.

“I know I will…I do…” Susanna started to answer but Urs held up his hand to cut her off.

He took her hands in his, caressing her fingers, watching her face for her reaction as he spoke.

“Here we are almost to the end of the year…a sad and terrible year for you, Susanna; some of it so upsetting that you can’t even remember. I want us to begin our love with the fresh, clean promises of a new year. A new year to celebrate our love together, with no memories of the old year to haunt us. I want our first time together to be perfect. You will be Cinderella and I will be the Prince. Will you let me love you after the Ball?”

Susanna’s eyes threatened to spill over, she swallowed convulsively, “Yes Urs…yes I will love you after the Ball!” and she gave him the most tender, loving kiss he had ever had.