empeh　lasagna　to　go　around。

？Mom；　Dad；　why　don？t　you　sit　over　here？？　She　ushered　her　parents　toward　one　of　the　picnic

tables　arranged　alongside　the　grass　aisle；　wiping　the　sweat　off　her　brow。　？I　have　to　talk　to　Ruby

and　Piotr。？　She　glanced　at　the　two　lovebirds　who　were　standing　at　the　makeshift　altar/oak　tree；

trying　to　keep　their　hands　off　each　other　and　not　doing　a　very　good　job。　In　their　usual

unconventional　manner；　her　parents　chose　to　perch　on　top　of　the　picnic　table　rather　than　sit　on　the

bench。

？Our　little　girl？s　a　maid　of　honor！？　her　mother　cried；　pulling　a　woven　burlap　handkerchief　out

from　between　her　breasts。

Her　father　put　his　hand　on　his　wife？s　knee　and　squeezed　it。　？Now；　Gabriela；　save　your　juices　for

the　wedding！？　Vanessa　made　her　way　down　the　aisle；　wondering　if　that？s　what　happened　to　you

when　you　stayed　in　the　woods　of　Vermont　for　too　long。

Dan　wove　his　way　around　picnic　tables　decorated　with　white　balloons；　hoping　he？d　have　time　to

stick　napkins　in　his　armpits　to　sop　up　the　sweat　trickling　down　his　sides　and　staining　his　light　b