CHAPTER 6:
All of the commotion of the coming wedding made the next month go by
so quickly. David was going to be the best man, Les the ring boy. Spot, as
I promised him, would give me away. I had no real girl friends, so Race
would be my bachelor-of-honor. We decided to get married at the Tibby's
because, we really had no where else. Old Joe ran an announcement in the
World. I think he was glad Jack was getting married, because once we left,
he could raise the price of the papes again. I don't think he realized he
had to deal with Davey, the "inspahration."
The day of the wedding was a burst of emotion. I was sad, knowing
my mother wouldn't be there, scared at the thought of growing up, mournful
knowing I was leaving my family for Santa Fe, but mostly blissful realizing
I was about to start a new life with Jack, the man I'd grown to love.
We were poor, so we got a nice priest to perform a simple ceremony
for free, and Tibby, the namesake of our restaurant hangout gave us food on
the house. It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky. I found my
mother's wedding dress in one of the boxes I kept from my house. It was a
plain white dress, but it suited me. Mr. Kloppman let Jack borrow an old tux
he had. He didn't tell us where it was from, but we didn't care. Jack was
as handsome as ever. All the newsies were dressed in their best outfits,
which basically meant they cleaned their everyday clothes.
We said tradition vows, and it was nice and simple. Jack didn't
want to have to remember anything, so he couldn't forget it later and ruin
the day. Those words. Those magical word. "I do."
And then came the best part, in my personal opinion (and I think
Jack's too): "You may now kiss the bride." His lips touched mine and it
sealed our enchanted fate. We were forever bonded.
When the ceremony was over we stayed for food until the sin went
down. We said our goodbyes and made promises to write. I could swear I saw
a tear or two in Race's eye, and Spot didn't say anything much. Mush just
hid in the corner, afraid to bid a farewell. He was an idealist. He thought,
if he didn't say goodbye, then we wouldn't leave. Everyone else was all
hugs and handshakes. Medda told me if I ever came back I had a free room
with her.
Then we got into the carriage Denton bought us as a wedding gift, and we
rode southwest.
All of the commotion of the coming wedding made the next month go by
so quickly. David was going to be the best man, Les the ring boy. Spot, as
I promised him, would give me away. I had no real girl friends, so Race
would be my bachelor-of-honor. We decided to get married at the Tibby's
because, we really had no where else. Old Joe ran an announcement in the
World. I think he was glad Jack was getting married, because once we left,
he could raise the price of the papes again. I don't think he realized he
had to deal with Davey, the "inspahration."
The day of the wedding was a burst of emotion. I was sad, knowing
my mother wouldn't be there, scared at the thought of growing up, mournful
knowing I was leaving my family for Santa Fe, but mostly blissful realizing
I was about to start a new life with Jack, the man I'd grown to love.
We were poor, so we got a nice priest to perform a simple ceremony
for free, and Tibby, the namesake of our restaurant hangout gave us food on
the house. It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky. I found my
mother's wedding dress in one of the boxes I kept from my house. It was a
plain white dress, but it suited me. Mr. Kloppman let Jack borrow an old tux
he had. He didn't tell us where it was from, but we didn't care. Jack was
as handsome as ever. All the newsies were dressed in their best outfits,
which basically meant they cleaned their everyday clothes.
We said tradition vows, and it was nice and simple. Jack didn't
want to have to remember anything, so he couldn't forget it later and ruin
the day. Those words. Those magical word. "I do."
And then came the best part, in my personal opinion (and I think
Jack's too): "You may now kiss the bride." His lips touched mine and it
sealed our enchanted fate. We were forever bonded.
When the ceremony was over we stayed for food until the sin went
down. We said our goodbyes and made promises to write. I could swear I saw
a tear or two in Race's eye, and Spot didn't say anything much. Mush just
hid in the corner, afraid to bid a farewell. He was an idealist. He thought,
if he didn't say goodbye, then we wouldn't leave. Everyone else was all
hugs and handshakes. Medda told me if I ever came back I had a free room
with her.
Then we got into the carriage Denton bought us as a wedding gift, and we
rode southwest.