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ARDOR Literary Magazine - Issue Two, May 2013

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(cont.) The day of the wedding, they awoke five hours and twenty minutes before they had to be at the meeting center by the gazebo. Their wedding would be outside, in a park where they first met. Both had been joggers. It would be a small ceremony. She would wear her mother's ivory dress, still a touch tight around the hips. He would wear his OSU pin on his slant-striped gray tie. They would have a total of eighteen family members there; two would attend via Skype and approximately twenty friends and acquaintances had RSVP'd. She would pick up her mother and sister from the hotel they insisted on staying at because the couple's apartment was still quite small. Just fewer than forty people would surround them as they took their vows at Abaline Park at 2PM. It was the perfect wedding size, they agreed. Prince had a habit of jumping up and down before treat time, after walk time, and this always made her giggle. Her giggling always made him want her. She laughed at his pitched pants and serious stare when she walked out of the kitchen. He didn't laugh. Instead, with only hours remaining, he rushed her, moved his fingers along her belly beneath her shirt, lifted her sideways and took her to their bedroom where they would forget the world for almost an hour. Last time as a single man, he said. She pushed him off and flipped him over. When they remembered the world, they freaked out and ran around the apartment frantically. They kissed goodbye. She took the car and thought about how lucky she was. She had heard horror stories about friends' weddings, but she knew hers would be perfect. There wasn't a fake or a placeholder in the bunch. She was genuinely close to everyone who would be there. Her mother, an artist, presented her with a black and white painting of Prince when she arrived at the hotel. She laughed and loved it. Her sister worked hard to laugh with them and then explained her husband couldn't attend due to work. It had been last minute. The sisters embraced. Prince refused to wear the doggie tux, and they understood, so they clipped a bowtie on his collar. She hoped he would remember to pack the treats and the collapsible water dish. His father was picking him up. His mother was in a wheel chair after having reconstructive foot surgery a few weeks back. They lived close by, and she would come right before the ceremony. She was a loud, beautiful woman, and her three grown children, husband-to-be included, had blinged out her chair while she was in surgery, so that she now called it her throne. The gazebo was perfect. His cousin, who had taken on the role of wedding planner, had done everything right. Nothing was overdone. The couple didn't see each other until the vows. The sky was overcast but with no threat of rain. The clouds framed them in pictures. The couple kissed. Prince jumped up and down at the dance after. His mother danced in her chair. Her mother sketched the children's faces. Her father smoked cigars with his father as they talked about drone strikes and then football and then the quality of their cigars. The recall notice hadn't reached them because they'd forgotten to write the apartment number down on the paperwork and his email had filtered the e-copy to (cont.)

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