It was a glorious day for a wedding. At least, that’s what Mrs. van Kirk kept repeating to any person who came within earshot. The clouds were scarce, leaving large blue patches of sky and no sign of rain. The guests were not as quick to praise the weather, but Mrs. van Kirk was taking the sky as an indicator of good fortune for Victor and Lucille’s wedded life nonetheless.
I disagreed with this assessment. It rained the entire day prior to the wedding and threatened to continue to rain on the way into town. Upon arrival at the church, the grounds were muddy, so when I stepped with the impact of my full weight, my foot sunk a few centimeters. When I lifted my foot, it came away with chunks of dirt and grass blades. The gathering at the ceremony was not as large as Mrs. van Kirk had hoped
