Game Over
Chapter One
What an inauspicious start to married life,"
Josh comments.
"Is there such a thing as an auspicious start?"
I ask. He grins at me and Issie scowls. She
likes weddings. The rain is falling so hard it's
bouncing off the pavements and up my skirt. I'm
bloody cold and wish the bride would stop
hugging her mother and simply get in the car. I
look closer. Maybe she isn't so much hugging as
clinging. Maybe the seriousness of what she's
done has hit her and she's having second
thoughts. Issie shakes the remnants of confetti
from the blue box but misses the bride and
groom. The confetti settles on the grubby road.
The filthy street is a stark contrast to the
finery of their clothes, the car, the flowers,
the smiles that radiate.
"Josh, what's the proper name for a squashed
cube?" I ask, pointing to the little blue box of
confetti. "They should redesign this packaging,"
I add.
"No!" Issie looks horrified, as if I'd suggested
exposing my bikini line to the vicar. "Weddings
are about tradition."
"Even if tradition means tacky and predictable?"
Two big sins in my book.
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