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Who’s Wedding? – Page 6

“Huh?”

“Don’t you remember?”

“To what are you referring?”

“When we were on the island.”

“Oh, what did happen to you?” I asked, not having the foggiest notion of what I was asking.

“Well, when you left me there, Sir came in and saw me. He threw a fit. Afterwards, he fell in love with me. It was good for a while, but when you planned to come to the island, he put me on a jet to the African jungles–”

“Really, Jenn, I’d love to talk, by I must get back to my wife.” I said, bidding her good night, I went to my inevitable fate. Jenn seemed to know me, I hope I didn’t hurt her. Now my mind focused on what was about to happen. The girl in my cabin is my wife. I got married. So why am I afraid? Maybe because this is the game. But everything else has been real in this game. This could be my real future! What do I do? I arrived at my cabin, opened the door and sat on my bed. Dear God, what am I to do? I prayed. I took off my shoes. Going over to the paper I picked it up, crumpled it and tossed it in the nearby trash basket.

I heard the shower stop and my bride humming as she dried herself off. Coming out, she was in a towel. Getting in the bed she pulled the covers up and threw out the towel. “Are you coming to bed, honey?” She asked. I walked over to the bed and got inside, facing in the opposite direction. She tapped me on the shoulder. “I’m waiting!”

“For what?”

“You know, that.”

“I’ve decided not to.”

“What!! What about me! I’ve been waiting twenty-three years for this day.”

“Not exactly, more like a day.”

“Oh, it’s that game thing, isn’t it.”

“Yes.”

“But you married me this afternoon– that makes it legal.”

“Not really. One, if I do not marry you in the future I’m in trouble. Two, if this marriage inside the game God doesn’t like I’m in trouble. Three, I’m going to follow my motto, ‘When in doubt, don’t’.”

“Swell.”

“Goodnight.” I said, reaching over to give her a good night kiss. She turned over, resisting my attempt. “Suit yourself.” I stated, turning over and falling asleep.

The next morning I got up first and went for a shower. Coming out, my wife was getting dressed. “Don’t say anything.” She said.

“What?”

“I should have known that this would have happened on my wedding night, what with what happened at the wedding and all.”

“You’re not still sore about that, are you?”

“Yes, I’m sore. I’m like no other bride in history.”

“Nope. I’m saving myself for you! By the way, how did we meet?”

“On August 26, 1980, I came into your office for the first time. Some tenants were disappearing from an apartment complex I was in, and I asked your help. You came to the rescue and found the problem. We went out for a while, and you proposed to me on December 25, 1980, Christmas Day.”