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Saturday, March 17, 2012

2 wivesbehavingbadly

to his credit his face cleared ." sorry darling , i was thinking of something else ."
i watched a cyclist weaving suicidally in and out of the traffic ." we 're on our way to our wedding and you are thinking of something else ."
"hey ." nathan reached over and captured one of my hands , which were permanently hot - another little pregnancy joke ." there's no need to worry , i promise ."
i believed him but i wanted to drive the point home . " this is our special day ."
he gave me one of his strongman smiles ." everything is fine . and i promise i'm thinking of you ."
i nipped the flesh of hs palm between my fingers ." well , here's shock . the bridergroom is thinking about the bride ."
nathan had specified " casual " to the guests , who were eight altogether . no fuss , he said . no fireworks . he had been anxious not to make a big deal of the day ." you do understand ?" he asked me more than once , which irritated me . on the other hand , since i was pregnant and , as it turned out , without a job , my negotiating position was limited .
when we arrived , anthan seemed transfixed by the ugly stone office block which housed the registry . inside , there was an anteroom adorned with fake paneling , crude gidling , and a stand of plastic flowers in hideous pinks and blues that no one had dusted .
as we filed in , paige rushed up behind us . she was still working at the bank then and wore a beige suit and white blouse . there was a lick of grim on the lapel ." you look great  , minty ." she hefted a briefcase that  bulged with papers from one hand to the other ." you did say not to dres up and i've just dashed out of a meeting ."

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