- Dreamcatcher -

While the Church organ played, the groom whispered.

“Do I look okay?”

“Yeah, you look okay. How about me, is my tie straight?”

“Yes, you look fine. I can’t say the same about your whisky breath though.”

“Yes, and you know whose fault that was.”

“Well, you knew gran wouldn’t let you go without a drop of whisky to calm your nerves.”

“A drop, that was a bloody beaker full, besides I aren’t the one who’s nervous.”

“I know, look at my hands trembling.”

“Have you got the rings?” asked the vicar leaning forward.

The best man took an envelope from his tuxedo pocket, tipped two wedding rings onto the vicar’s open bible, and stepped back.

“I don’t know why you’re so nervous after what we went through in Cambodia. You went through hell in the jungle, beat up a giant, and saved us from certain death… But you fear a little wedding,” whispered Ravuth, giggling.

“I know,” said Cake looking nervous and whispered. “But it’s my wedding, and I have never been married before.”