It's Not My Wedding (But I'm in Charge)
Chapter One
I am walking down Madison Avenue with a check for ten
million dollars in my pocket.
It was there. I had slid my hand into my bag, spreading the
billfold of my wallet to feel for its rough serrated edge, about
a hundred times in six blocks. I could feel it. It was warm
somehow, like it was heating up the thirty-one dollars in cash
I had right next to it. Each time I touched it, it felt hotter and
hotter.
You kind of lose your mind when you have ten million dollars
in your bag, or maybe that's just me. With each step of
my boot heels on the puddled, slushy sidewalk, I had another
separate fantasy about the ten mil I'd been entrusted with for
a twelve-block walk to the bank.
What if I just hop down to Atlantic City and put it all on
red at the roulette table? Just slap that little sage green check
right there on the red circle while a crowd of amazed senior
citizens and hard-core gambling addicts with dark bags
under their eyes gathers around me and peers over my shoulder.
Someone would call the six o'clock news, and they'd
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