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Who’s Wedding? – Page 3

“One more question.”

“Shoot.”

“What do I do with my wife?”

“That’s a silly question.”

“Noah, I’m serious.”

“Have fun. Pretend that this is your wedding. She’s a cute girl, you lucky dog.”

“So, I should pretend I know her. Can you find out where we go on our honeymoon?”

“Sure.”

“Who’s taking care of my daughter?”

“Your daughter?!!”

“Yes, I guess that Kristin is my daughter. Does it say where she’s staying?”

“It says with her friend Katie.”

“Oh, thanks. I’ve get a daughter, and the first thing she does is go and stay with a friend. By the way, where does the computer say Tricia is?”

“I can’t access that part, it needs a password, but I’ll try to crack it. Right now, I think you should go see your wife before your future is halted for good. Who knows, this could be your real future!” I agreed and left Noah to go back to the reception. I went over to the room where my wife had gone. Bette had just opened the door to come out. She shut it quietly behind her.

“I wouldn’t go in there right now if I were you!” She stated.

“Why not?” I asked.

“She’s very hurt. Give her a chance to recompose herself first.”

“What’s wrong?”

“She thinks that you don’t love her any more.”

“Don’t love her?!! Let me in there!”

“Fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you!” I opened the door and looked in. My wife was sitting on a love-seat to the far right side. She was draped over the arm. I entered and shut the door. I approached the love-seat.

Her tear-stained face made me feel like a heel, but her next words, “Get out of here! You have humiliated me enough!” made me feel worse. I was about to take her advice. I turned and headed for the door when the helplessness in her face drew me to stay.

“May I please sit down?” I asked, trying to be as consoling as possible.

“GET OUT OF HERE!” She shouted. Reaching onto the table next to her, she grabbed a book and hurled it at me. Luckily, I dodged to the love-seat for cover, and the incoming Shakespeare hit the door. “I warned you.” I lifted a handkerchief on a pen I had in my pocket.

Meanwhile, Bette had no intention of going back to the reception without finding out what was going on between my bride and me. She was listening in when Noah came up, and seeing Bette listening in, decided to join her. Other participants in the wedding also began gathering around, while inside, things were just cooling down.

Her tears subsided as she looked at my white handkerchief of surrender. “Adam, whatever happened to you?”