Marriage in Mexico

Friday, August 4, 2006

It was the sort of day Collette wanted to drop everything and hit a flight to Iceland… land of fire and ice. Perhaps the best place in the world. Volcanic and glacial stirrings, living quite neighborly with one another. The great wastes of gray hills and green clover. Cold and the quiet. The madness of a sunny day could bring on such wishings. It was a usually semi-eventful day, nothing serious, nothing life-changing. But solid enough.

Sinai left before four that day on his way to make a hospital visit.

“I’m leaving,” he said, “and I’m never coming back.”

“Alright, I’m preaching next week, Collette,” Judah said exultingly. “It’s time for some changes around here!”

“Well at least let me get out of the door first,” Sinai bellowed his El Monstro laugh.

Later, it was to Old Saint Charles for another coffee house that night by the river after Collette received Bristol’s wedding invitation in the mail, which read:

Together with their parents

Lapis-Rennae Lazuli

and

Bristol Onesimus Snicketts

Announce that they will be wed

In a private ceremony to be held

Saturday, September 23, 2006

Aventura Spa Palace

Riviera Maya, Mexico

So unlike Bristol. Except for the private ceremony; that was very like Bristol. Collette wondered if people still thought they looked like brother and sister, now that they were older.

Meanwhile, as crowded as the coffee shop was, Collette was able to catch some fresh-er air outside. As OLeif, Ben-Hur, Augustus, Rose, and Molly walked to the river (waiting for the arrival of Joe and Magnus), Collette sat outside the next shop and listened to Grandpa Hobcoggin tell her more about his books, the first of which would be printed now in December. As he talked about it, another spider crawled down Collette’s arm, the second of the day. She blew him into the old cobbles. And after two hours at the movies, and OLeif hitting every single pothole in the road, no matter how small, (his unbeknownst-to-himself vice), she crashed into the feathers.