I could not call out. I could do nothing to stop it. Biting my lips with their pasted on smile, I was hardly a handsome best man, but I'd do. What a very well-favored groom. What a very beautiful bride. What a very charming wedding this would be if the groom were only somebody else.
In a dream nothing looks real. Nothing in this godforsaken church looked real, but I knew this was not a dream.
He looked happy, anyway, and with the detatched horror of a man in a nightmare I watched him slip the ring onto Mary's finger.