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Chapter 29: The Wedding
Mark was growing very nervous. He straightened his tie and looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. "Do I look ok?"
"Mark, you look fine," Ken said, sitting on the toilet, its seat down. "Want me to get Randy?"
"I'm going to my own room," Mark said. "There's cologne there, and combs and everything else I need besides water."
They moved out. Randy was sitting in the bed, apparently, not doing anything. "Randy, Mark needs your help," Ken said.
"I didn't say that," Mark said quickly.
"Mark, your hair's crazy, don't tell me you're going like that?" Randy said, looking over at Mark.
"No, of course not," Mark said impatiently. "That's the thing. I don't like my hair. It's wild and unruly."
"No it's not, it lies flat," Randy corrected. He took a comb and went up to Mark. It needs to be combed back," he said, combing it back. Mark watched from the mirror as Randy combed his hair back. "It looks better," Randy assured. "You can live like that."
"I'm nervous," Mark admitted.
"Don't be," Ken said. "Just go through with it."
Mark walked in, a tuxedo and tie on. He was ready. The minister gave his speech. "We are gathered here to witness the marriage of two young people. If anyone objects, speak now. He waited for half a minute, and then continued. "Do you Mark Taylor, take Marta Kauler to be your lawfully wedded wife to hold and cherish in sickness or in health until the day you both die?"
Mark nodded, "Yes, I do."
"And do you Marta Kauler, take Mark Taylor to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I do," Marta said, firmly.
"Then by the power vested in me I pronounce you husband and wife and newly wedded couple," the minister announced.
Mark and Marta gave each other a big hug and kissed. Ken wiped his eyes, so that when Mark turned to him after he formally wedded Marta, he said, "It's not like you at all."
"I will never forget this day," Ken said, shaking his head.
Mark slapped a hand on his shoulder, "I'll see you, man."
Ken shrugged, "We're related, I'll see you again eventually, once I move I mean."
Mark hugged him. "Cool it," Mark said. "You're not leaving for another week."
"I'm happy for you Mark," Ken said. "Honestly, a guy like me would never… Well, never mind. I'll have to keep trying."
A/N: I know, I'm rushing the ending. Not very good is it. Oh well. Sorry. There isn't much left to write about.
