The Wintry Alarm Echoed

It's a winter morning in Portugal. The Sun was faintly visible like moon in hibernation. In the capital Lisbon I was standing in a queue for hours. A girl with a Red Jacket who came to the halt hurriedly? We smiled each other like old familiar friends. I wanted to tell her that I appreciate her visiting. I was sure that she insisted on my accompanying her. The Tram came and she got in. It's not my destination and I remained. Before she leaves whispered something in Portuguese. She must have told that I love you. Later on I inquired the meaning from my cobbler friend who speaks little English? Her dialect meant I am already married. I wanted to tell her the other day when I meet her that I am also married. Matrimony is a strong bond. Isn't it?