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Authors: Charlaine Harris
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with him while we waited for the players to assemble. I was not much of a person for small talk, and Berry didn’t seem to mind, which was refreshing. He took his time poking around conversationally for some common ground, found it in dislike of movie theaters and love of weight lifting, which he’d enjoyed in college.
I was wearing the white dress with the black jacket. At the last minute my mother had insisted I needed some color besides my lipstick, a point I was willing to concede. She’d put a filmy scarf in autumn reds and golds around my neck and anchored it with the gold pin I’d brought.
“You look very nice,” Dill said, on one of his pass-bys. He and Varena seemed to be awfully nervous and were inventing errands to send them pacing around the small church. We were all hovering near the front, since the back was in darkness beyond the pews. The door close to the pulpit, opening into a hall leading past the minister’s study, gave a pneumatic hiss as people came and went. The heavier door beyond the big open area at the back of the church thudded from time to time as the members of the wedding party assembled.
Finally, everyone was there. Varena; Tootsie; me; the other bridesmaid, Janna Russell; my mother and father; Jess and Lou O’Shea, the one in his capacity as minister and the other in her capacity as church organist; Dill; Berry Duff; Dill’s unmarried younger brother Jay; a cousin of Dill’s, Matthew Kingery; the florist who’d been hired to supply the wedding flowers, who would double as wedding director; and miracle of miracles, Dill’s mother, Lula. Watching the relief spread over Varena’s face as the old woman stomped in on Jay’s arm made me want to take Lula Kingery aside and have a few sharp words with her.
I watched the woman closely while the florist was giving the assembled group some directions. It didn’t take long to conclude that Dill’s mother was a few bricks short of a load. She was inappropriately dressed (a short-sleeved floral housedress with a hole in it, high heels with rhinestone buckles), which was in itself no clear signal of mental derangement, but when you added the ensemble to her out-of-the-ballpark questions (“Do I have to walk down the aisle too?”) and her constant hand and eye movement, the sum total was significant.
Well. So Dill’s family had a skeleton too.
Notch one up for my family. At least I could pretty much be relied on to do the right thing, if I actually made an appearance. Dill’s mom was definitely a loose cannon.
Varena was handling Mrs. Kingery with amazing tact and kindness. So were my parents. I felt a proprietary swell of pride at my folks’ goodness and had to resume my conversation with Berry Duff to cover the rush of emotion.
After even more last-minute toing and froing, the rehearsal began. Patsy Green, the florist, gathered us together and gave us our marching orders. We took our positions to walk through the ceremonial paces.
Getting the cues straight from Lou O’Shea on the organ, an usher escorted Mrs. Kingery to her place at the front of the church. Then my mother was guided to her front pew on the other side.
While I clustered with the other bridesmaids at the back of the church, Jess O’Shea came in from the hall that ran in front of his office to the church sanctuary. He went to the top of the steps in front of the altar and stood there smiling. Dill entered the sanctuary from the same door, accompanied by Berry, who grinned at me. Patsy Green issued last-minute instructions. “Hold the book at this angle. Walk smoothly and slowly .”
I always walk smoothly.
She reminded me to smile.
Jay Kingery came in from the hall, and Janna started down the aisle. Then the groomsman, cousin Matthew, took his place, and Tootsie did her long walk. I set off on cue, with Patsy Green hissing “Smile!” at my back.
Then the pièce de résistance. Varena came down the aisle on my father’s arm, and she looked flushed and
I was wearing the white dress with the black jacket. At the last minute my mother had insisted I needed some color besides my lipstick, a point I was willing to concede. She’d put a filmy scarf in autumn reds and golds around my neck and anchored it with the gold pin I’d brought.
“You look very nice,” Dill said, on one of his pass-bys. He and Varena seemed to be awfully nervous and were inventing errands to send them pacing around the small church. We were all hovering near the front, since the back was in darkness beyond the pews. The door close to the pulpit, opening into a hall leading past the minister’s study, gave a pneumatic hiss as people came and went. The heavier door beyond the big open area at the back of the church thudded from time to time as the members of the wedding party assembled.
Finally, everyone was there. Varena; Tootsie; me; the other bridesmaid, Janna Russell; my mother and father; Jess and Lou O’Shea, the one in his capacity as minister and the other in her capacity as church organist; Dill; Berry Duff; Dill’s unmarried younger brother Jay; a cousin of Dill’s, Matthew Kingery; the florist who’d been hired to supply the wedding flowers, who would double as wedding director; and miracle of miracles, Dill’s mother, Lula. Watching the relief spread over Varena’s face as the old woman stomped in on Jay’s arm made me want to take Lula Kingery aside and have a few sharp words with her.
I watched the woman closely while the florist was giving the assembled group some directions. It didn’t take long to conclude that Dill’s mother was a few bricks short of a load. She was inappropriately dressed (a short-sleeved floral housedress with a hole in it, high heels with rhinestone buckles), which was in itself no clear signal of mental derangement, but when you added the ensemble to her out-of-the-ballpark questions (“Do I have to walk down the aisle too?”) and her constant hand and eye movement, the sum total was significant.
Well. So Dill’s family had a skeleton too.
Notch one up for my family. At least I could pretty much be relied on to do the right thing, if I actually made an appearance. Dill’s mom was definitely a loose cannon.
Varena was handling Mrs. Kingery with amazing tact and kindness. So were my parents. I felt a proprietary swell of pride at my folks’ goodness and had to resume my conversation with Berry Duff to cover the rush of emotion.
After even more last-minute toing and froing, the rehearsal began. Patsy Green, the florist, gathered us together and gave us our marching orders. We took our positions to walk through the ceremonial paces.
Getting the cues straight from Lou O’Shea on the organ, an usher escorted Mrs. Kingery to her place at the front of the church. Then my mother was guided to her front pew on the other side.
While I clustered with the other bridesmaids at the back of the church, Jess O’Shea came in from the hall that ran in front of his office to the church sanctuary. He went to the top of the steps in front of the altar and stood there smiling. Dill entered the sanctuary from the same door, accompanied by Berry, who grinned at me. Patsy Green issued last-minute instructions. “Hold the book at this angle. Walk smoothly and slowly .”
I always walk smoothly.
She reminded me to smile.
Jay Kingery came in from the hall, and Janna started down the aisle. Then the groomsman, cousin Matthew, took his place, and Tootsie did her long walk. I set off on cue, with Patsy Green hissing “Smile!” at my back.
Then the pièce de résistance. Varena came down the aisle on my father’s arm, and she looked flushed and
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