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But Mother was very happy when she decided to get married and the two of them acted like real idiots, running around making all sorts of plans for the wedding. Mother wanted her to have a real big wedding and have a reception out at the country club where Dad used to belong. "After all,” Mother said, "the Wingates have a place in this town."

"Do what you want.

"Place, schmace," my sister said — Just as long as we can get married and get off on the honeymoon." Well Mother just clucked and shook her head – but I thought it was funny. Like I said, My sister doesn't talk much like a girl.

But she sure looks like one especially when she got her wedding dress. It was sort of funny - at home when she put it on while Mother fussed with the hem, because she said "God! After wearing white all the time at work, I have to wear it to get married in! I'd rather it was fire-engine red. That would be something, wouldn't it?”

"Now, Mary," said my mother. “You know brides always get married in white." Mother doesn't have a real good sense of humor.

"Yeah?" said my sister. "H'mmmm. By rights it should have a black border." She sniggered then and said "In memory of those

"Mary! Nice girls don't talk like that front of your little brother!"

especially not in

"I imagine little brother has heard lots worse than that." she said. She was right, of course.

Then they had a long discussion about who was going to give the bride away. I mean, you know - a girls's father is supposed to, only Dad wasn't here anymore. Well I offered to. "Let me give her away! Boy what a chance to give your sister away and know somebody won't give her back." Mother just shushed me and they went on talking. In the end, Mary