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Chapter 4 of the book Prose 2020
contest entry
"Is This For Real?" by Barb Hensongispsaca

As a mother of twins, I had humorous thoughts of my sons deciding to have a double wedding. They were each others best friend. Being identical, they could change clothes in the restroom at their school and emerge the other being. Then they would go to class and take the test in the subject that they excelled in, therefore, both passed with flying colors.

I thought a double wedding would be absolutely wonderful, because it would have people always wondering if the brides married the right one. See the humor? Well, they did not either. They did stand up as best man for each other, so I guess that was as close as I could get.

When Jim, my youngest twin, broke the news that he and his girlfriend were going to wed, everyone was very happy, Especially her mother. Now Jenny was a wonderful girl, but ... I am going to sound like the mother-in-law ... she was her mother's daughter. Jenny was very happy when she had everything she ever wanted and everything was going the way she wanted. Her mother was worse. She followed the strict rules of a wedding planner and made sure everyone knew their place and what they were supposed to do to contribute to the wedding.

Jim and Jenny just wanted to get married. Period. But her mother ruled the plans and Jim and Jenny were along for the ride. Her mom picked out the flowers, the church, the reception hall, the food, the colors, and anything else that went with the wedding. She also picked out the bridesmaid's dresses, which were rather bouffant - I believe is the right word. The wedding colors were burgundy and hunter green. The bridesmaids looked like flowering plants in their hunter green, bouffant style dresses. My youngest daughter was ten years old and since she was the junior bridesmaid, she wore a burgundy bouffant. I wish I had a picture to share with you of the bride in the middle -dressed in white, a burgundy 'flower' seated in front of her, and surrounded by hunter green 'plants'. Honestly, that is the way it looked.

The morning of the wedding, the whole groom's entourage went out for a last drink to celebrate the last day of freedom. One led to two and two to three. They arrived at the church a half hour late which set the mood of what was to follow.

Jenny's Mother voiced her displeasure rather loudly and reprimanded Jim for being lax in his duties. Jim, who is usually ready to voice back, held his tongue - and his patience. The wedding came off without a hitch and the wedding party left in the limousine.

Let's skip to the receptions hall, which was the American Legion. Jenny's Mother did not approve of drinking, so the hall was divided between drinkers and non-drinkers. The upstairs was for those that wanted to drink and the downstairs was for the food and festivities. Do you see the potential problem?

When the limousine landed with its party, the first place Jim and his group went was upstairs for a drink. This left the ladies downstairs as they sat at the tables waiting. W-E-L-L, Jenny's Mom was not going to have this. She marched upstairs and told Jim he had better get downstairs for pictures and food. Again, my usually mouthy son kept his cool but I could tell the breaking point was reaching its countdown.

Pictures finished, food eaten, more pictures which led to the start of the festivities. Jim and Jenny had their dance, followed by the parents dance, and the rather lengthy dollar dance. Jim wanted a beer when it was over, but as he started upstairs, Jenny's Mom stopped him and told him he had to wait because they wanted more pictures.

The breaking point was reached.

Jim took the dollars from the dance and threw them at Jenny's Mom and told her that since she paid for the wedding, she could have it. At this point, he marched out of the reception hall. My house was three blocks away and he, in his tux, marched home with a drink in his hand. Jenny ran after him in her wedding gown, screaming at him that if that was the way he was going to be, she wanted a divorce.

Now, remember they just got married. I so wish I had taken a video of that, I know I would have won the prize for 'America's Funniest Video'. Anyway, back to the story.

The kids reached the house right before I did. I saw Jenny's Mom pull up in her car, yelling at the kids to get back to the reception. As soon as the kids got in the house, I stood guard at the door like a soldier guarding Fort Knox. Jenny's Mom told me to step aside, but I smiled sweetly and told her she could not go in. The kids needed to work it out without our help.

After a lot of really nasty words, her Mom left to go back to the reception to try to pull it back together. I waited awhile to go inside my own house, and when I did, I found that the kids had worked things out. I knew they would.

I did not go back to the reception, and neither did the kids. Jenny's Mom did not talk to me for awhile, but that was fine with me. This did not stop her trying to rule their lives, but that was their problem. This was a wedding never to be forgotten by the people in the little town we lived in.

Wedding contest entry

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