A good catch

How did Nunzio, my grandfather, get Philly, my grandmother, to marry him?

Maybe he wooed her with a new flashy hairstyle? He was a hairdresser with several shops. They met at a cousins funeral in Brooklyn where Philly lived in a Flatbush tenement with her mother Antoinette. Nunzio drove down from Boston not realizing he would meet the woman of his dreams in a dreary threadbare funeral home by the casket of a distant cousin. As I see it, he only needed one look at her generous hips and wide mouth smile to know she was the one for him.

I imagine him driving down to Brooklyn for months, on weekends, to court her (and Antoinette) with his charming good looks and startling bright blue eyes. Finally, on one such Saturday visit, he sat her down in the kitchen chair, pulled a comb gently through her short brown hair, and told her to trust him. He led her over to the sink and held her head while she leaned back into the warm flowing water. He lathered her hair with lemon smelling suds then wrapped the whole things in a short white towel. Antoinette was watching and smiling wondering when she would get a turn. He trimmed Philly's hair into a neat bob, plied it into wide waves with wax then asked her to marry him.

How could she resist?