Chapter 9 - Here Comes The Maid Of Hon- The Best Ma- The Exceptional Person
The wedding, in the end, was a marvelous affair.
No, really, it was.
Okay, so there was some difficulty when Two Delicate Mongooses wanted One Strong Tulip to sit on the bride's side and the Ladies wanted him to sit on the groom's with them, but that was taken care of when the bride's father appeared and insisted that he sit with his son in the front of the bride's section. No one really wanted to argue with the father of the bride, not only because it was a special day for him but also because he was One Big Mother.
Also there was some confusion when Wilfred's best man locked himself in the privy with a bad case of food poisoning and Louisa presented herself as the only acceptable substitute. She insisted on being called the Best Lady, but Wilfred managed, somehow, to convince her that Best Men normally wore pants.
And quite fetching pants they were.
"Well, that was a marvelous affair," Wilhelmina commented, upside-down.
"You drank half the wine cellar," One Strong Tulip moaned, from an undisclosed location.
"So you mean there's more?"
"Um, no, forget I said that."
"Funny how she threw the salad in the air at the end. That an Agatean custom?"
"Um, that was the bouquet."
"Well, it was good, anyway."
Pause.
"You ATE the bouquet?"
"I caught it. It was MINE. I thought it was a salad, so I ate it."
"You caught the bouquet?"
"Everyone else was trying to."
"This means you have to get married within a year."
Pause.
"Damn. Do the rules say who to?"
"I don't think they're that specific."
"Well then, get down here and kiss me, you fool."
"First I'd have to get down from the rafters."
The wedding, in the end, was a marvelous affair.
No, really, it was.
Okay, so there was some difficulty when Two Delicate Mongooses wanted One Strong Tulip to sit on the bride's side and the Ladies wanted him to sit on the groom's with them, but that was taken care of when the bride's father appeared and insisted that he sit with his son in the front of the bride's section. No one really wanted to argue with the father of the bride, not only because it was a special day for him but also because he was One Big Mother.
Also there was some confusion when Wilfred's best man locked himself in the privy with a bad case of food poisoning and Louisa presented herself as the only acceptable substitute. She insisted on being called the Best Lady, but Wilfred managed, somehow, to convince her that Best Men normally wore pants.
And quite fetching pants they were.
"Well, that was a marvelous affair," Wilhelmina commented, upside-down.
"You drank half the wine cellar," One Strong Tulip moaned, from an undisclosed location.
"So you mean there's more?"
"Um, no, forget I said that."
"Funny how she threw the salad in the air at the end. That an Agatean custom?"
"Um, that was the bouquet."
"Well, it was good, anyway."
Pause.
"You ATE the bouquet?"
"I caught it. It was MINE. I thought it was a salad, so I ate it."
"You caught the bouquet?"
"Everyone else was trying to."
"This means you have to get married within a year."
Pause.
"Damn. Do the rules say who to?"
"I don't think they're that specific."
"Well then, get down here and kiss me, you fool."
"First I'd have to get down from the rafters."