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“You can’t be serious,” my brother said.
We were at the Cafe Du Monde, having a coffee and sharing an order of beignets. I’d just told him I was going to marry Buck. “Oh but I am serious,” I replied. “It will be a small ceremony at City Hall.”
“Not even a Catholic ceremony, Sissy?” My brother looked at me aghast. He reached into his shirt pocket for one of his healthier light cigarettes and eyed me sternly. “You did say he was an atheist, didn’t you?”
“Yes, and a Republican.”
“Oh my good God, Sissy!”
“Can’t we just pretend those parts don’t matter?” I asked. I was licking powdered sugar from my finger tips. I was just about to say something, of great importance, when Buck came by in an old blue pick-up and honked his horn.
I stood up and walked over to my brother and gave him a little peck on his cheek. “I probably should go now,” I said before I sashayed away.