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"Look at Abby," observed John. "She's the picture of
someone in control. What did you used to call her when she was little?"
"Little Miss Confident," laughed Terry. "I guess some things never
change."
"I wish this church had been one of those things," mused John, getting
up, for Izumi had motioned to him.
"We're done with the paperwork," announced his wife.
"Then," said John, "I'll go get the justice of the peace."
The man came out and placed Jake and Abby in front of him, with Dick as best man,
and Izumi as the matron of honor. Terry sneaked in several pictures with his cell
phone, while the man began the ceremony. To Izumi's disappointment, it wasn't the
same vows that she and John had taken, nineteen years earlier. The vows made no mention
of "love, honor, or obey," but instead made some weak reference to "mutual
happiness."
After they exchanged rings, Jake and Abby were pronounced man and wife.
"You may now kiss the bride," the man announced.
"That's okay," Abby whispered to Jake. "Just shake my hand, and that
will be enough."
Jake quickly shook her hand, and the deed was done. Terry snapped another picture,
and the family walked home. As they neared the Johanneses' house, Jake stopped.
"Abby?" he asked. "Would you come with me for some ice cream?"
"Right now?" asked Abby, in surprise.
"Please?" he implored.
"Let me change first," she conceded, now realizing that he simply wanted
to be with her.
When she reappeared, she found Jake waiting for her by the picnic table, while the
other members of the wedding party silently watched on.
"You guys don't have to wait up for me," smiled Abby. "I'll be home
before long."
"Take as long as you want, Mrs. Murphy," smiled John, a little incredulously.
"You're a married woman, now."
When Abby returned late that night, she found Izumi waiting for her in the living
room.
"I thought those days were over," remarked Abby, sitting down on the couch
beside her mother.
"I don't suppose he..." Izumi left the sentence unfinished.
"No, Mom," smiled Abby, "he didn't. Should I expect to have that question,
a lot?"
"We're you're family, Sweetheart," said Izumi. "We're not trying to
pry. You don't have to answer the question, in the future, if you don't want to.
Did you and Jake get your ice cream?"
"Uh-huh," said Abby, relaxing back into the soft couch.
"I'm sorry it wasn't a better day for you, Abby," sighed Izumi, getting
up, and covering her daughter with the comforter.
"Mom?" called Abby, as the mother was about to leave. "This was
a good day."
Izumi smiled gratefully and climbed into bed beside John, while Abby spent her wedding
night on the family's living room couch, dreaming of smallmouth bass and the delicate
gold band on her left hand.
"And [Jake] said, Blessed be the LORD God... Who hath not left [me] destitute...
of His mercy and His truth: I being in the way, the LORD led me to the house of my
master's brethren."
~ Genesis 24:27 ~
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