The next day I made an appointment to see Dr. Yasoto at the clinic. I wanted to make sure that everything was clear medically, and to get some bridal advice. Also, I remembered my promise when I left the hospital, he was going to get the first invitation to the wedding.

The interview and checkup were both A.O.K! And the Doctor beamed at the invitation. He questioned me about the wedding plans, and when I told him that we hadn't firmed them yet, he came up with the suggestion that was simply inspired.

*

*

*

*

*

Saturday, the 25th of May, was clear and sunny. In a small Japanese church, decorated in blossoms Bill and I knelt before the Japanese methodist minister and repeated our sacred vows of love and faith, and hope in the future. The staff from Bill's hospital were there, some of our mutual friends, and the good doctor. Jean was my maid of honor and we were dressed alike, except that my kimono was white, and hers a light pink. Our long hair was piled high in the traditional style, except that they were both light blonde hairdo's!

After, we walked through the moon gate of flowers and split the cup of rice wine, giving each other silent toasts of love with our eyes. Through the supper he held me close and kissed me often.

We were to spend the night in the traditional little inn nearby, and after supper the men in the party led Bill away. I followed soon after, with a parade of paper lanterns to light the way. They took me to the door of the inn, and laughed and wished me well. I tossed my bouquet and turned to enter the inn. Slowly I climbed the stairs to the lighted

room.

I left my shoes on the step and stepped into the room. Bill was wait- ing for me in a dressing gown. I lowered my head and repeated the age old words:

"My lord and master, your woman comes to you in love!"

"Come here wife."

*

80