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It’s like trying to sleep in a small boat while the choppy ocean keeps banging on the hull. Most of the time, at least until we buy that new mattress we’re going to buy for the guest room, one of us goes downstairs to sleep on the couch—a couch, I should say, we both want to replace as soon as possible. on taking care of each other on sleeping with someone else in the room I snore like a monster, I’ve always been told. When I was around seven and slept over at my aunt’s house, my cousin Nancy, with whom I shared the room, threw a pillow at me to get me to stop.
I kept thinking about the maze-walking couple and their restless guests wondering why the couple kept grimly passing each other and where to chuck the dying ﬂowers. When I pictured Eddie and Andrea’s guests, many ﬂying from Chile and Puerto Rico, asked to scour the grounds for feathers and rocks, I got worried. A wedding ceremony couldn’t be made of symbols without a story. They needed a story. I couldn’t afford to be as shy as I’d been the ﬁrst time. I sent them the bones of the wedding story, marking what traditionally ﬁt into each segment so they could think about how their own ceremony might be structured.
Pete and his roommates shared the downstairs of an old house on North Congress Street, not a stately Victorian, but nice enough, with high ceilings and crown molding and fancy touches. We especially admired the telephone alcove, an arched niche built into the wall of the wide hallway. The old rotary phone was standard black, massive, immovable. We crowded around Pete as he dialed longdistance information. “Yes, ma’am. Livingston, Alabama. Can you ﬁnd a justice of the peace there? Oh, I see. ” Progress!