Chapter One
I was in a wedding. I wish my momma could have been there. I wish my sister
could have seen. I wish all those women who said I'd never, ever be anywhere
near a chapel could see me standing in front of a church in a blue suit and
ruffled white shirt with neo-Elizabethan flavor.
But none of those people were there. Not my momma, who's not feeling very well.
Not my sister, who chided me as a frivolous, immature dog just a few days ago.
Not any of the women I'd disappointed by not "acting right."
None of them were here 'cause this wasn't my wedding. Right next to me in a blue
suit that looked even more Elizabethan than mine was Timothy Waters Jr., whose
lips wore the tight smile of a nervous contestant at a spelling bee. All his
emotions, every bit of dread he felt at the prospect of husbandhood, were right
on my friend's kisser.
There were moments at the bachelor party when, despite the bottle of Mo&3235;t
in his hands and the incredibly buxom stripper squirming in his lap, Tim's face
had this same look.
When he glances over I whisper, "If you wanna make a break for the door, I got
your back, homie." For a moment he actually seems to be considering an escape.
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