Aug 26, 2015
Church Bells are Ringing
She’s clad in a dress, a simple one she can slide in and out of as they maneuver themselves through a thousand dresses and a hundred suits. Her makeup is done neatly, presentable and comparable to the subtlety she wishes for the actual wedding. The word strikes her as odd as it crosses her mind. They’ve skipped many, many steps of a traditional relationship -- and so she hasn’t quite warmed up to him. Yet, as he arrives, she rushes to open the door, a bag of dog food at hand and a light smile. “Just come in. I have to feed the Mongi and then we can go. I assume your mother told you?”