Cold Feet

RICK

The day of our wedding has arrived. I survived Christine’s anger after the Viola incident. This is the day. Looking back it seems like it’s been really hard work and I’m looking forward to getting this over with.

I wonder if that’s how I should be feeling. Maybe not but then I guess most guys don’t have the incidents leading up to their wedding that I’ve had.

I’ve stayed away from Viola. I’m afraid that Christine will ask for my phone to see what messages I’ve been sending. If she finds that I’ve been in touch with Viola it won’t bode well for us. Christine’s told me that Viola’s been fired and I wonder where she is now. I wonder if she’s leaving Los Angeles again or if she’s going to bite the bullet and stay until she finds a new job. I wish her all the best.

up on my own this morning as we agreed that Christine and I would spend the night apart. She has to get ready for the wedding with her dress and make up as is custom. I’m glad that I have these few hours alone. I get dressed and head to the church early. I want to get this over with. I know getting there early isn’t going to make this go any quicker but I don’t want to be waiting at

my best man and I’ve agreed to

time of the ceremony and finds me pacing in the front of the church. I greet familiar faces as they

seems strangely distant and I guess that she’s got a lot on her mind. She’s there alone and has left the children at home with her

that I’m imagining things and that I’m just being nervous. I check that Lewis has got the rings and he pretends he hasn’t. He really has me going before he finally

she would be here but then I ask myself why

for the ceremony to start draws nearer and I realize that Christine is late. I begin to worry that she’s decided not to go through