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  She grabbed her purse, donned a pair of dark sunglasses and her sandals, and ran to the Starbucks for four lattes. She returned and turned on the television set because she felt Valia liked to watch it. It was already 11 a.m. when she got a call from Abigail, sounding happy and satisfied and moving a bit slow herself. She asked for the address to the wedding, said she would meet Greta there, asked that she bring her things she’d left there, and thanked her again. Knowing her self all too well, she finished her first latte and decided to get a shower out of the way. Once again she placed Valia around her neck and they showered together sensuously. She laid out her clothes and short of makeup and getting dressed, she was ready to go, so she joined Valia on the couch to have her second latte. The news was depressing with talk of expanding the senseless war they were in.

  “I can’t imagine what you think of my species,” Greta said. “We must really seem like a mess in your eyes.”

  “You have a host of problems, but they can all be fixed.”

  Greta got herself ready to leave. On a Saturday traffic was usually slow moving and it was at least a 40 minute drive to Rose’s place. When she was ready to go, she sprayed Valia once again with a mist of Allure, kissed her and to the pouch she returned. Greta decided to keep her in the passport carried around her thigh. She simply could not accept the thought of Valia being in her purse away from her for any amount of time. Weddings were notorious for being pulled in different directions.

  “Your choice honey, top up or top down?” Greta asked walking out to her car.

  Down please.

  Greta wrapped a scarf around her hair so it did not get too windblown, and headed in Rose’s direction. “You’re first wedding on planet Earth, she said. “I will be interested in hearing how it differs from a wedding on your world.”

  It is as you say, a beautiful day.

  Traffic was thick, but she made it to Rose’s house just after one. Rose came walking out as her mother stood in the doorway looking at Greta with a sneer on her face. She waved and shouted hello, but her mother did not acknowledge her and closed the door.

  “So, what is she pissed off at me for today?’ Greta asked. “The fact that her daughter is my lesbian lover, because I am late, because we are all dolled up going to a lesbian wedding?”

  “She was around when the F.B.I. arrived and freaked out,” Rose replied. “It is that more than anything I would say.”

  “Well I accept full responsibility for her sour mood then,” Greta laughed. “Now do you want to direct me turn by turn to the chapel, or would you find it easier to just drive?”

  Rose laughed and waved her out of the way as she slid over once Greta got out of the car and walked around to the shotgun seat.

  They would undoubtedly get to the chapel quickly. Rose sure knew her suburbs. Greta was always getting lost in them. “If I lived out here I would have to have one of those talking navigation devices,” Greta laughed. Greta turned on the c.d. player. They both started singing along to “Say Hello, Wave Goodbye,” but they liked changing the lyrics as if they were singing it. “We tried to make it work, Me in a cocktail skirt, And you in a suit, and it just wasn’t me, I’m used to wearing less, and how your life’s a mess, so insecure you seem.” They continued singing right into the chapel parking lot where many of their friends were arriving or standing around enjoying the fresh air.

  “Greta,” the shouts came, one after another. Most of the friends she had really enjoyed her company, and pulling into the lot in that vintage candy apple convertible, well there was no possibility she could arrive unnoticed by all. Friends surrounded her car before they could get out.

  “Now, now ladies, don’t scratch the paint,” she laughed.

  Pulling in a few cars away from her was Abigail and Mya, driving a Checker Marathon in black that looked brand new. “Oh my, take a look at Abigail.” Rose said.

  Wait until you hear her, Greta thought smiling. “Yeah, some car, look how big that back seat is. A girl, I mean some girls could have a good time back there, that’s for sure.”

  Abigail came strolling over holding Mya’s hand. She said hello and introduced Mya to one friend after another, a look of absolute disbelief on the face of most of them.

  Rose turned to Greta with a puzzled look on her face. “You did say you went out to Excalibur with her last night didn’t you?”

  “Yep.”

  “Did you notice anything different about her?”

  I thought she looked incredibly sexy on the dance floor, apparently Mya did too because they seem to be an item,” Greta smiled.

  “No, she’s lost her lisp.” Rose replied.

  “Really, I never noticed she had one.”

  Greta you are so mischievous, Valia said.

  Greta, you called me by my name, I love the way it sounds coming from you, Greta thought.

  A few friends and family were finishing up smoking their cigarettes as everyone made their way into the chapel. The place was filled to near capacity with guests. Now even though same sex marriages were not legal, they decided to have the ceremony in a chapel, with a priest who was an older brother of one of their childhood friends.

  The organist finally started the classic marriage music. Pam and Laurie looked so beautiful and happy coming down the aisle. Some guests, mainly friends, were so excited for them they would let out a scream. It was indeed moving to see two people so much in love express their love so openly, everyone’s eyes in the room were glued to the couple, the room so silent that were it not for the words being spoken by the priest and the two lovebirds, one could hear a pin drop. “I do,” was the answer Pam gave first, tears already welling up in the eyes of many guests. When Laurie answered, “I do,” so did Greta and Valia at the same time.

  Oh my, how’s that for an awkward moment? Greta thought.

  There is nothing awkward about love, Valia replied.

  Is this similar to wedding ceremonies on your world, I mean, do you say ‘I do’ there?

  Yes.

  The crowds in the chapel moved outside, where they lay in wait for the happily married couple to appear. Pam and Laurie were showered in a blizzard of rice as they walked out the chapel doors. They got into their pink limousine, Just Married sign on the back, and drove off to the reception hall.

  The lot remained full of friends laughing it up and enjoying each other’s company. “Esther, where is Sue?” Rose asked.

  “She decided not to come,” Esther replied. “She has been in a funk ever since she found out her brother was severely injured in the Gulf.”

  “Oh that fucking war again,” Greta said. “What happened?”

  “Some type of horrible explosion, anyway he has lost both legs and has had to undergo facial reconstructive surgery, so Sue is a bit of a basket case.”

  “She has always been very close to him hasn’t she?” Rose asked.

  “Very.”

  Greta was too angry to even speak. Her vision was blurred with rage, as all she could picture was the face and lying voice of President Gregory W. Twine. He and his administration of greed were the reason that happened. They were the reason the wedding that just took place was not really legal. They were the reason for so many ills her country, indeed her planet were afflicted with.

  “Aaaaaarrrgggghhhhhh!” she screamed.

  That scream turned the sadness for most into anger just short of rage.

  Valia, do you think you’re up for a road trip after this wedding? Greta thought.

  I do.

  Everyone started moving into the reception hall. Greta began laying plans and excuses for about a week away from classes. Rose had too heavy a schedule and said she simply could not take time off work. “I don’t understand, where do you want to go for a week?”

  “I am driving to this huge demonstration planned in Washington,” she replied. “They are expecting a huge crowd, it could go upwards of a million, and I am compelled to be in attendance.”

  “Now I feel kind of cruddy not being ab
le to accompany you,” Rose replied.

  “Oh honey, I will scream loud enough for the both of us,” Greta said before kissing her.

  “Mmm, and I am going to miss that too.”

  They arrived at the hall and were greeted by Clarissa and Robyn. “Sorry we missed the ceremony,” Clarissa smiled, “You know how it gets.”

  “Baby behave,” Greta giggled.

  Once inside, the party went into full swing. Loving emotions were running high. The happy couple and company dined, got progressively sloshed on alcoholic beverages as the night progressed, danced with and showered love on each other.

  After the dinner, just about when the party atmosphere kicked into high gear, Greta walked out into the foyer, then around a corner where she could not be seen, removed Valia from around her thigh and put her around her neck. She noticed Valia standing near the glass entranceway staring out the window.

  “Is something wrong?” Greta asked reaching down and taking her hand.

  “I was just thinking about home.” Valia replied.

  “Did you leave someone behind that you miss?” Greta asked.

  “Oh no, it is nothing like that.” Valia said. “I was thinking how alike we are, so different yet so alike.”

  “Come on, I want to take you on a tour.”

  Hand in hand, Greta carefully moved from table to table, introducing Valia in thought. Pam and Laurie, this is Valia, she is out of this world, and on and on until she heard a happy disturbance near the entrance. It was Sissy Carlo one of Greta’s group of friends, who was well on her way to huge success as the lead singer of an all girl band. She introduced Valia in thought, then returned to a quiet corner of the foyer, kissed Valia deeply, removed her and safely tucked her between her thighs.

  “Where have you been, I’ve been looking for you everywhere?” Rose asked as Greta returned to the banquet hall.

  “Oh I just needed some fresh air,” Greta replied. “Hey, look who’s here, come on I’ll introduce you.”

  Greta walked up behind Sissy who turned around when she smelled her perfume. “Greta,” she beamed giving her a big hug. “You look fabulous, how have you been?”

  “I’ve been good, Sissy this is Va, uh, Rose, Rose, Sissy Carlo.”

  “Pleasure to meet you,” Rose replied. She was trying hard to hide the jealousy brewing inside. Greta and Sissy were lovers at one time. She was a gorgeous woman and a talented songwriter and artist. Rose didn’t like her.

  “So are you still in school?” Sissy asked.

  “I am, but I wanted to ask you something,” Greta replied. “I thought I saw on your website that you are touring on the east coast this summer.”

  “We are, I flew in for the wedding and need to fly out first thing in the morning.”

  “I am heading to D.C. to join the protest there against the war and everything else that is fucked up with this planet, where are you going to be and when?”

  “That’s our Greta, you are still such a radical,” Sissy beamed. “Well let’s see, we are in Newark on Tuesday, Atlantic City on Wednesday and The Big Apple on Thursday, and believe it or not, the weekend we’re free.”

  “Why don’t you try to join us in D.C.,” Greta smiled. “We can use as many celebrities as we can get.”

  “Celebrity, please, I am just a singer in a rock and roll band.”

  “Exactly,” Greta laughed. “Now go, your fans need you.”

  The party continued until about 11pm. Greta said her goodbyes to everyone, tried to convince Rose to spend the day with her on Sunday, but she could not get out of plans she had agreed to with her family.

  She dropped her off at home and sped back to the city. Once home she locked her bedroom took off her clothes, placed Valia around her neck pulled her onto the bed. Gazing directly into her eyes she asked, “I do, did I hear you say I do at the wedding?” She was answered with a wide smile and a kiss. “Greta, do you take Valia to be your life partner?” she said softly. “I do,” she answered herself. “Valia, do you take Greta to be your life partner?” Greta asked. She did not get an answer. She reached to turn out the light.

  Valia wrapped her arm around Greta and held her left hand. “I do,” she said softly.

  I do? Greta thought before slipping into a deep sleep with a smile on her face.

  Chapter 9

  Sunday In The Park

  Waking to the familiar sounds and smells of a mother’s breakfast, Greta kissed Valia and wished her a good morning. “Mom’s up and from the smell of bacon cooking, she is in the middle of my breakfast.”

  “I can’t wait to meet her,” Valia smiled.

  Greta removed Valia from her neck and into the pouch in her pocket she went again. She threw on a top and her shorts and went to the kitchen. “Shomethin’ a shure shmells a good in heeahre,” she said, her hand down her shorts scratching her butt.

  “Oh stop it and come here,” her mother said. Marlene was about an inch shorter than Greta, but when looking at her she was clearly her mother. She had the same features, the same carefree, do not mess with me disposition Greta had. They gave each other a big hug. “So, how was the wedding?”

  “The wedding was great,” Greta replied. “I can’t wait for you to see the pictures, oh yes, and thank you for the outfit,” she added. “I found everything on super sale.”

  “Here,” she said handing her a receipt. “I transferred $500.00 into your checking account which should be more than enough to cover your trip to D.C.,” Marlene said.

  “M-my trip to D.C.?” Greta asked. “How do you know I am going to D.C.?”

  “I got a call from Rose’s mother earlier.” “She found out from Rose over breakfast and asked that I speak with you about not ever inviting her on such foolishness again.”

  “Foolishness huh?” Greta replied. “Well there are going to be over one million of us fools there.”

  “Those were her words, not mine,” Marlene said. “I understand why you have to go.”

  “Thank you mom, that’s means so much to me coming from you,” Greta said before giving her another hug. “This looks and smells delicious, as usual.”

  “I won’t be around to watch you finish it I am afraid, Jean and I are going shopping. When do you plan on heading east?”

  “Tomorrow I think, I believe I can do a route that takes me to New York first where I hope to see Sissy perform, then down to D.C.,” Greta replied.

  “All I ask is that you be careful and call me often to let me know how you are doing, promise?”

  “Promise,” Greta said. “Have a great day finding deals.”

  Marlene smiled, blew a kiss at her and walked out the back door to her car in the garage.

  She is a beautiful woman, Valia said.

  “Yeah, I have always thought so,” Greta said. “Like mother like daughter.”

  She heard Valia laugh.

  Once Greta was sure her mother was gone, she put Valia around her neck. “So my dear, what would you like to do today?” she asked. “A return to the zoo as I promised, or perhaps an art museum, a movie, a quiet afternoon at home?”

  “I will let you decide.”

  Just then the first of what was to be many phone calls rang. It was Clarissa, “Hello, Greta?”

  “My sweet beautiful peach fuzz darling Clarissa, what’s up?”

  “I just wanted you to know that Robyn and I are planning on going to D.C. as well,” Clarissa said. “We need to be there.”

  “That’s fabulous, how are you getting there?”

  “We are taking a train, you know, for sentimental reasons,” Clarissa laughed. “This way, we wont have to miss as much school.”

  “That’s fantastic, call me when you get there so we can be together, ok?”

  “Of course, have a safe trip,” Clarissa said and hung up.

  “So we are going to have some company after all,” Greta smiled.

  “I am happy Clarissa and Robyn will be there,” Valia said.

  The conversation reminded her to
call Abigail. She didn’t need the train ticket after all since she was driving back down to school with Mya.

  Greta cleaned up after herself. “Hey, this is the first time you have ever seen me wash dishes,” she laughed. “I need a maid,” she said, drying her hands and hanging up the towel. “Do you vant to play maid?” she asked in a deep voice.

  “I am willing to learn,” Valia replied.

  “Perhaps later.” “I think today is a good day for us to get some culture, so how about a visit to our famous Museums today?”

  “That sounds perfect.”

  Once again Valia showered with Greta in ecstasy before getting dressed and going through the all too familiar, and now somewhat painful routine of kissing Valia goodbye and removing her to her pouch. Greta had found herself not wanting to separate with the pouch at all. Keeping Valia in her purse seemed too far away now. No, now she had to have here where she could feel her. Once again she used the passport carrier slid high up on to her thigh, out of sight even in her shorts.

  “You keep getting closer and closer to my Puffy puffy woof woof,” she giggled.

  Valia laughed.

  Greta made sure the place was locked up and headed out the door. She needed gas, so she made that the first stop. “This stuff is why our world is moving backwards it seems, and why it’s dying,” she said. “Fossil fuels.”

  Things must change, and very soon, Valia replied.

  When she returned to the car, her phone rang. “How are you feeling this morning?” Rose asked when she answered.

  “Absolutely fabulous,” Greta beamed. “As a matter of fact I am going to a few museums today,” she continued. She noticed that when the caller i.d. said it was Rose calling, for some reason she felt as though her stomach was being tied in knots.

  “I just wanted to apologize for my bonehead Republican mother calling your’s this morning.” Rose said. “She told me she asked her to give you the message to stay away from me.”

  “Well, that’s not exactly how I heard it,” Greta replied. “So, what time is the train?”

  “You know it leaves at four,” Rose said. “I can tell you’re pissed.”

  “Pissed?” Greta asked. “Always, your mom is a dick.”