Sorry that this took so long. Things came up that were out on my control. Will try to get the final chapter out soon. Hope that you like this chapter. Let me know what you think. Thanks
Baron
It's like deja-vu, all over again.
Yogi Berra
THE WEDDING
We sent out invitations, but not really that many, as we wanted to keep it small and Gitano's was not that big.
I did, however, send invitations to all of Mama and Papa's family. Knowing full well that the only ones who would make the trip were my best man Marcel, Catherine, Yvonne, Mama and Papa. All the others would be happy getting an invitation, in fact they would probably be insulted if they did not get one.
The time flew by. Review for the Final Exams, preparing the exams, proctoring, marking and getting the marks in on time. As well as arranging for the wedding, getting the tuxes for Jen's brother and arranging for Jen's gown. Jen was going to wear her mother's gown, I was told, a rather simple white lace dress. Marcel and I had our own tuxes. He had insisted on buying them for his wedding, and "You never know, we may be going to a lot of formal balls." Right!
Finally, the last day of classes arrived. Nothing went on that day except a lot of hollering, fooling around and saying good-bye for the summer.
I had the Water Rats in our after school classroom. I gave them a pizza party, eight pizzas and gallons of soda. I also got a hold of their report cards. Officially they were sent home to the parents by mail. But, I had friends in high places.
It was a real celebration. The marks were good all around and in a few cases, great. There was a lot of laughing and backslapping as we said good-bye and all of them privately asked me if I was really coming back in September. I assured them that I would be here to harass and annoy.
That afternoon, Jen and I went to the airport to get Marcel and family. Jen had borrowed her brothers van and we filled it with people and bags.
Marcel and company stayed at my apartment, I had two bedrooms. Jen was staying with her brother Ben. My sister June and family were staying at Jens apartment. I was forbidden to go near Ben's house.
"You must stay away from the bride, now I don't want to hear any arguments, you are going to have the rest of your lives together, so you can stay apart for another day or so."
It doesn't matter who said it this time; Mama, June, Catherine or Ben's wife Nelly, they all said it at one time or another.
Marcel was enjoying this far too much. He would just smile and shrug his shoulders. "Don't look to me for pity, mon frere, we all have to go through it."
Papa just laughed, "Welcome to married life."
So for the next three days, I was CELEBATE.
It's amazing, there were times in the past when I would go months without seeing a woman and no problems. Just a few nocturnal ejaculations or a quick jerk off, but no real suffering.
But, now just a few days without Jens touch and I was a basket case.
Finally, about one hundred and fifty years later, actually, three days, seven hours and 27 minutes, I was standing by the altar of the Trinity Church, with Marcel next to me.
The church was packed. Not just standing room only, but there was a crowd outside the church. It seemed that everyone Jen had ever taught in all of her years as a teacher and now as a principal was there. It was quite obvious that I was not the only one at the church who loved Jen.
All of a sudden the crowd outside got very noisy. A few moments later they went silent. I was going crazy with anticipation. The organist started to play. I was straining to look down the main aisle. Trying to get a glimpse of Jen.
As I looked back I saw my sister June, she was leaning on Brian. He had his arm around her. She was crying, but when she saw me looking, she smiled.
Marcel pulled me back to the side and laughingly whispered, "Relax, Henry, she will be here soon. You will have the rest of your life with her, so you can wait another minute or two"
All of a sudden all of the rustling in the church stopped. Only the muted music from the organ could be heard. I knew that Jen had entered the church. I wanted to lean over to catch a glimpse of Jen, but I refrained.
The organ swelled aa Mendelssohn's
Wedding March
blared out. My heart was trying to beat out of my chest. I was breathing fast and shallow. Marcel put his hand on my shoulder and said, "Deep breaths, slow deep breaths, Henry."
I took his advice and it helped, a bit. I stood there looking up at the altar. I could hear the click of her high heels on the stone floor and the swish of her dress.
I just stood there in a trance like state until Marcel said, "Now you can look."
I turned and looked. Jen was about four or five steps away, walking slowly, holding her brother's arm. She was looking at me and smiling.
I always thought that Jen was beautiful and I know that they say that all brides are beautiful, but when I saw my Jen coming toward me, I was astounded. She was a vision of loveliness, beauty personified, more beautiful than ever. And she was walking toward me. She was going to marry me. In just a few moments we would be man and wife.
She was wearing her Mother's wedding dress. It was two layers, the inner was like rayon that draped over her showing off her shapely body, but wasn't exactly form fitting and it was cut rather low. That was covered by lace that went from her neck to around mid-calf. She had a short veil that flowed down from a flowered crown.
They stopped about a foot away from me. Ben kissed his sister's cheek and gave me her hand; there were tears in his eyes.
Lily, who had been standing across the aisle from me moved in and stood next to Jen. Then Lily, Marcel, Jen and I walked to the altar and stopped just in front of where Clive was standing.
Clive raised both hands and the music stopped. There was silence in the church. In a deep sonorous voice Clive began, "We are gathered here today, to join this man and this woman in Holy Matrimony..."
It's amazing the things that went through my mind as Clive went through the ceremony. God, I have known this woman for less than a year and now I'm pledging that I will be with her for the rest of my life.
I glanced over at Jen, just as she glanced at me, we smiled. I thought, what is she thinking about? Is she getting cold feet? Does she really want to go through this?