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the best man. Which would have been alright except he stepped on my foot and kept telling me I was prettier than the bride.

After a decent interval, Mary went back to the house to change into her going-away outfit - and I was supposed to help. "You know,” I said. “I think the real part of getting married is changing clothes. That's the fourth time today."

Well, she laughed at that. Then got real serious for a minute and said "And what about you? Did you enjoy it?” Well, there are things you don't admit to your own sister, but I supposed I really did.

"Good!" she said mysteriously, "I have some big plans for you, little sister. We'll have a long, long talk after I get back from the honeymoon. I also said a few things to Mother. Oh yes - all the things you've got on they're yours my present to you. Now the most important thing on my mind right now is a certain husband of mine and if you don't get me back to the reception hall pronto I'm going to embarrass Mother right in front of the whole crowd. Which might not be a bad idea. After all, Dad helped start the country club - don't you think it would be appropriate if this daughter consummated her marriage on the first tee?" Like I said she doesn't talk like a sister.

Well, after that, Mary went off with her new husband and I had to stay with Mother at the reception which went on for several hours. It wouldn't have been so bad, except I had to do some in-fighting with my elbows every time the best man came around.

All Mother could talk about the next couple of days was the way Mary looked. And Me, too. She kept coming back to that. Boy I bet I nearly wore that dress out putting it back on for her. Anyway, it's been a whole week now since the wedding and Mother is talking about taking a trip and she wants me to go along in some of the new clothes she bought me. And I guess I'll go.

There's just one little thing that bothers me. You know - my dumb sister doesn't think like other girls. You know how the bride always tosses her bouquet in the air and all the girls try to catch it? Well not my sister. Nope she's gotta wind up like Sandy Koufax and throw a strike.

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