A Murder of Crones
When Albert proposed to Celia, back in 1961, he balanced on his left knee in her parents’ living room, held open a little box from Birks that offered a sparkling diamond ring on midnight blue velvet, and opened his mouth to pop the question. But the words that tried to climb the ladder between his heart and lips never made it — he just looked at her with his deep, chocolate-brown eyes, clearly desperate to speak but too overcome by the moment. And so she knelt in front of him, swung her arms around his […]