Whittaker had been courting Janice for the last forty years.
He started when they were in high school, figuring after fifteen years as neighbours they knew each other well enough to take such a step. They moved in together a few years later and had children, but each time he asked her to wed, she would say: “You just keep on a-courting me”.
So he did.
The kids grew up, moved out and one day he asked: “Have I courted you enough?”
“No,” she said, “but I’ll marry you anyway.”
They were wed in the spring, right after the thaw.