Alan Cook - Honeymoon for Three

“ Just like that.” Her sympathetic look said that being a little nervous was par for the course.

“Where can we change our clothes?” Penny asked.

“Right here in our dressing rooms. I suggest you change right now before you go to the courthouse.”

“They’ve thought of everything,” Gary said, as he and Penny walked back to the car. Even to locating the chapel across the street from the Washoe County Courthouse, an impressive building, complete with Greek columns and a dome.

“ This is exciting.” Penny carefully removed her dress and Gary’s suit from where they were hung up inside the car.

Gary took his suit from her. “Look out, world. Here we come, ready or not.”

Alfred was frozen. This time it wasn’t cold air; it was the events that were happening right before his eyes. He sat in his car, parked on the street to the side of the chapel, and kept his eyes on the front door. In a few minutes, Penny and Gary would come through that entrance, and when they did they would be married.

He’d watched as they’d made their initial foray into the chapel, his car partially shielded by another car parked on the other side of the street. Shortly after, he saw them come out, get their wedding clothes out of the car, and return to its hallowed depths. There could be no doubt as to what was happening. Why couldn’t he do something? Many times he had pictured himself getting married to Penny. Standing at the altar, watching her walk down the aisle bathed in light, beautiful in white. Now it was happening, and he wasn’t the one at the altar. He was watching from the window of a car.

What could he do? Should he go running into the chapel and break up the wedding? Carry the bride off in his arms and escape with her the way young Lochinvar did in the poem by Sir Walter Scott? His car would be his steed. She wouldn’t resist; she would understand that they were meant for each other.

If that were true, why hadn’t he had the courage to speak to her since he’d been in California?

It was too late for regrets. It was time for action. He got out of the car, leaving it unlocked for a fast getaway. As he shut the door, he glanced at the sleeve of his grungy sweatshirt. That would never do. He impatiently took off the offending garment and threw it into the backseat. The T-shirt he wore underneath wasn’t quite as grungy. Penny would understand. When they got married, he would look elegant.

He forced himself to stride briskly to the chapel and up the four concrete steps before he lost his nerve. He opened the glass door and walked inside. Then he stopped short. The reception area was small, but a number of closed doors ranged along the walls. It was a rabbit warren.

He turned to the receptionist, sitting behind the counter, who anticipated him and asked, “May I help you?”

“I hope I’m not too late. I got here as soon as I could.”

“I’m sorry. Are you here to attend a wedding?”

“Yes.” Wasn’t it obvious?

“Which one?”

“ Penny and…” He couldn’t remember his name. “…Gary.”

“You’re in luck. They’re changing their clothes. Then they have to get their license across the street at one o’clock. They’ll be getting married after that.”

Alfred felt momentary relief. Then a letdown. Then panic. He had to get out of there before they saw him. He turned and opened the door, calling over his shoulder, “I’ve got to get something to eat. I’ll be back at one.”

Penny looked at herself in the mirror. She liked what she saw. The knee-length white dress with the fringe was a size eight, something she had never been before as an adult. She wouldn’t put the hat on yet. She wanted to save it for the actual wedding. Something should be a surprise for him.

She walked out of the dressing room just as Gary walked out of an adjoining one. He looked very handsome in his blue suit and tie and short, sandy hair. If she weren’t convinced before that they were doing the right thing, watching him look fondly at her and feeling his firm grip as he took her hand did it.

“What a good looking couple you are,” the receptionist said.

She probably said that to all the hundreds of couples who passed through this wedding mill, but nevertheless, it was nice to hear.

“Your friend was just here,” that woman continued. “He said he’ll be back at one for the wedding.”

“Friend?” Penny said, confused. Nobody even knew that they were getting married today, let alone where. She glanced at Gary. He looked equally baffled.

“He said he just got here. He was dressed a little…informally. Maybe he’s got some other clothes in his car.”

“Are you sure he’s not here for another wedding?” Penny giggled. “Nobody knows we’re getting married today.”

“He said the wedding of Penny and Gary.”

They exchanged bewildered looks.

“Did he tell you his name?” Penny asked.

“No.”

“Can you describe him?” Gary asked.

“ Well, he’s about your age but quite a bit shorter. He has longish brown hair and a beard. He was wearing a T-shirt and sneakers. And he has a potbelly.”

“That doesn’t ring a bell,” Penny said.

Gary shook his head. “I don’t have any friends with beards. Well, if he shows up at one o’clock, I guess we’ll find out. Let’s go get our license.”

He took her hand, again, and they walked across the street to the courthouse.

Alfred could see Penny and Gary standing at the top of the courthouse steps across the street, talking to another couple. A couple probably also waiting for a marriage license. The four were partially hidden by one of the marble columns in front of the building. They weren’t looking in his direction.

He carefully got out of his car and walked back to the chapel, keeping an eye on the foursome. When he entered through the glass door, the same receptionist looked at him. This time she wasn’t smiling. She must have told them about him, and they drew a blank. He needed to regain her confidence.

He gave her a big grin and said, “Penny and Gary are going to be so surprised to see me. They aren’t expecting me here at all.”

“What did you say your name was?” The woman looked skeptical.

“Jack. Jack London.” It was the first name he came up with. He hoped it didn’t sound too fake.

“They’re certainly going to be surprised to see you. Maybe you should go across the street and tell them you’re here.”

“Good idea. I will in a minute. But first, I just want to say what a nice thing you’re doing.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t understand.”

“By marrying them. After all, Gary is trying to start over. This will give him the opportunity.”

She looked puzzled.

“I guess you don’t know the story. There’s no reason why he would tell you. And after all, what else could he do?”

“I’m not following you.”

“He killed his parents. Back in Kentucky. They deserved it. They had been beating him for years. He got out of there and came west to start a new life. In California and Nevada, nobody cares about your past. But, of course, they don’t see it that way in Kentucky. They’re still looking for him back there.”

The woman was staring at him with her mouth open, glancing at the telephone on the counter in front of her. Had he said enough to impel her to action?

“I don’t want to alarm you. I don’t think he’s dangerous. But, of course, you never know. Once you’ve killed someone, it’s easier the next time.”

“Where in Kentucky did this happen?”

“Er…Berea.” It was the only place Alfred could think of in Kentucky-the place where his father had been born. “Please don’t tell Penny. She doesn’t know any of this. And as I said, I don’t think she’s in danger. Maybe I’ve said too much. I’m going across the street to let them know I’m here.”