Hey guys!!

I'm back. Sorry for the delay…my chapter was sitting ready on the computer, but my stupid Broadband had conked out, so I finally had to use my dial-up. I don't really have anything much to say, just R&R…
--pGp

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Ten PAUL & CHRISTIE'S WEDDING

Mrs. Windsor, Christie's mom, called her, and later visited. They got to know of the plane-crash Ariel died in on the news. The news report showed no survivors. So I guess the people Ariel said had survived must have died later on, too. Mr. Windsor is managing to control himself, but Mrs. Windsor is inconsolable. Before the marriage, they'll be conducting a small memorial service for Ariel today.

Paul and Christie say that they've decided that for their son, Aunt Ariel will never have existed.

TWO DAYS LATER

I'm so excited!! I can't believe it's already time for our honeymoon! Right now, we're busy packing all our clothes and stuff. Our first destination is Goa. We're going to catch the 2 am flight the day after tomorrow. We stay in Goa for a week, then Jakarta for ten days, and then back.

Paul and Christie are getting married at church tomorrow. After the wedding, all the guests will be eating lunch at Paul's grandfather, Dr. Slaski's house. Mr. And Mrs. Slater will be flying in from Seattle for the wedding. Initially, they made a bit of a fuss when Paul told them, because they're both really busy, but when he told them why, they just shut up and booked a flight. That's what Paul told me, anyway.

Paul and Christie are going for a short, simple honeymoon. They'll be going to Paris and stay there for a week. Christie's absolutely thrilled because she'll be able to shop loads for herself and her baby. Paul's moaning a bit because Christie's a way-too-voracious shopper, and is obviously going to blow big bucks at Paris. They too are catching a flight the day after tomorrow, though obviously a different one.

ANOTHER DAY LATER

Paul and Christie are married now.

For the wedding, Christie wore the most beautiful white wedding dress, with the traditional train, and even an old-fashioned corset and puffy sleeves. She said that it was Mrs. Windsor's wedding dress.

Mrs. Windsor is pretty woman, and looks young for her age; she's fifty, but doesn't look more than forty. She has long platinum hair, which she always ties on top of her head in curly knots. She dresses rather conservatively, too – gray, black and white pantsuits, mostly. You would expect a so-appearing woman to be dignified and serious, but Mrs. Windsor is surprisingly talkative, humorous, and definitely an embarrassing mom like all others.

For the wedding, I wore a slinky black halter dress, which I had owned for a while now, but hadn't got a chance to wear yet. Jesse whistled when he saw me in it. Whistled! Jesse! I must be looking seriously good. I tied my hair in a sexy knot above my head.

After the vows were over, Mrs. Windsor wept buckets. Christie told her to mellow down, because she was embarrassing her with her hysterics. This only made her weep harder.

After the wedding, we went to Dr. Slaski's house and ate at the fabulous buffet Paul's parents had arranged for. The variety was amazing, with three full cuisines.

Paul's granddad Dr. Slaski just sat in a corner in his wheelchair, smiling, his attendant hovering around him at all times. I picked up two glasses of champagne from the waiter's tray and went up to Dr. Slaski.

"Hello, Dr. Slaski," I said to him, smiling and handing him one of the glasses in my hand. "Susannah Simon!" he said, surprising me. I hadn't expected him to speak with so many people around. Anyway, I quickly replied, "De Silva, sir, not Simon. Susannah de Silva." "You got married, eh?" said Dr. Slaski, an amused look on his face. "Finally came to your senses and let your ghost sweetheart move on?" "No," I said, giving a polite laugh. "I brought him back to life and married him, sir." Dr. Slaski looked flabbergasted. "Eh?" he stuttered. "What are you talking, girl? That's not possible," "Yes it is, sir," I said. "Although it didn't happen purposely – it was an accident. I shifted to his time, and while I was shifting back to my time, I was touching him. So he got caught, and fortunately survived. And that's our story." Dr. Slaski nodded, looking impressed. But then he gave me a surprising statement. "I don't believe you," he said, shaking his head. "Show me your husband if what you say is really true. I will question him. If he answers my questions right, I'll believe you." "Okay!" I said, indignantly.

I found Jesse and dragged him to Dr. Slaski. "Querida!" he said, startled. "Where are you taking me?" "To Paul's grandfather Dr. Slaski," I said, still dragging him. "He's a mediator, too, and he knew about you since you were still a ghost. He kept trying to convince me to get rid of you at that time, so now he basically got pretty snubbed when I told him our story, and refuses to believe me. So now he wants to ask you stuff." Jesse stuck out his lower lip and nodded. "Okay," he said.

"Here he is," I said to Dr. Slaski, an edge of proudness in my voice. "Ask him what you want." Dr. Slaski nodded. "What is your name?" he asked Jesse. "Jesse de Silva," said Jesse. "All right. Are you a mediator?" "Yes, I am." "Are you a ghost who was brought back to life?" I couldn't believe this conversation was happening. "Yes sir," said Jesse, looking majorly embarrassed. "Is this girl your wife?" "Girl?!" I cried indignantly. "Excuse me, but I'm twenty! I am a woman, not a girl." Dr. Slaski ignored me and glared at Jesse for an answer. Jesse gave me a brief glance. "Yes sir, Susannah is my wife," he told Dr. Slaski. I felt a little tingle of pleasure when Jesse said 'wife'. "Okay," said Dr. Slaski. "Go away." HA! Now that he got proof that I wasn't lying, so he's just telling us to go away. I rolled my eyes and walked off. Jesse followed me.

"What was that all about?" he asked, following me to the refreshment table. "Ask that guy," I said, giving another eye-roll, picking up a nacho and scooping up some guacamole with it. "He might be intelligent, but he's way freaky. No wonder Paul used to detest him." Jesse laughed.

After the lunch, everyone started going home one-by-one. Before leaving, Jesse and I said goodbye to Paul and Christie, and to Mr. and Mrs. Windsor. Mrs. Windsor surprised me by sweeping me into a tight hug. She smelt strongly of a very flowery perfume. We tried to speak to Mr. and Mrs. Slater, too, but Mr. Slater was busy yelling "No, no! Today! Today!" into his phone, and Mrs. Slater was tied up attending to Paul's great-aunt, who appeared to have choked on a sip of champagne.