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Rob’s
father was toasting the new couple at the reception, which was being held on
the other side of the outdoor church courtyard where the ceremony had just been
celebrated. Certainly, one
advantage of their small guest list was that everyone could stand up and talk
as long as they wanted, fueled by plenty of cheap champagne and white
wine. After all, this was
the substance of their reception.
Their violinist would play a few more classical numbers after the toasts
wound down and the guests moved on to hors d’oeuvres and finger sandwiches. Then they would cut the cake, Celia
would toss her bouquet, and they would take their leave.
“Back
when Robby was still in diapers--” Mr. Benton was intoning, waving his
champagne glass.
Celia
was not hearing much of what was being said. She was warm and happy leaning against Rob and did not want
to leave his side. Ever. From this vantage point she felt
like she could handle anything, even watching her father, the idiot, drinking
champagne with his new family while sitting next to her mother and
Catherine.
Rob
tightened his arm around Celia’s waist, embracing her from behind. She leaned her head back against his
chest.
“So,”
Rob whispered into her ear, in a way that made sure no one else could hear,
“what’s underneath this virginal white dress of yours?” Celia smiled.
“Then,
when he got his first bike for Christmas when he was six”—Rob’s dad
continued. Celia watched Rob’s
mother stand up next to his father, as if preparing to hurry things up.
“What
do you think is under it?” Celia whispered back to Rob. “Besides a garter. And a couple other flimsy white lace
things, but really, they don’t amount to more than a square foot of fabric
altogether”-- now that they were married, they could talk like this to each
other all the time and damn the torpedoes. They could do anything they wanted.
Rob
exhaled heavily, held her more tightly, and kissed the side of her face before
backing off a bit, ostensibly to listen to the toasts and make it through the
reception despite the images now dancing in his mind.
Celia’s
father was standing up now, and he and Rob’s father put arms around each
other’s shoulders and posed a slurred toast together. “To the happy couple,” they said.
“To
the happy couple,” the crowd echoed, raising glasses to Rob and Celia. They toasted back. The violinist began to play an Irish
jig that Celia recognized but she was surprised to see that both fathers knew
words. Which they began to
sing. Loudly.
Celia
and Rob looked at each other and shook their collective, married head.
What
happens next?
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