England, six months later…
Jove stood in the back room of the church with Desman while the boy enviously tried to tie his tie. They were five minutes from their ceremony and Desman was all thumbs. His nerves had him frantic. Jove turned the boy to him and swatted his clumsy hands away. “Let me do it, or you’re going to be here all night.” He said tying it for him. “Are you nervous?”
“A little.” Desman confessed. “I wish my parents were here. I haven’t heard from them in weeks. I’m worried the cops got them and they are sitting income prison cell.”
“This is a happy day. You shouldn’t be worrying about what’s happening on the other side of the world.”
“I can’t help it.”
Jove smiled. “I have a wedding gift for you. I think I’m going to give it to you now.” He said taking out his cell ph
