Chapter 13
I know I had a tendency to go pretty hard on the kid, but Thumper the Groom was nothing short of spectacular. We’d gone all out for the backyard ceremony. Everybody had gotten haircuts and we’d pillaged McHardy’s one menswear shop with Bob-Gunnar’s credit card, outfitting the entire wedding party in sharp summer suits, rolled once or twice at the cuffs after it was decided that shoes were needlessly formal for the al fresco affair. It had turned out to be a hot weekend ticket after all, and all the chairs that Bitsy had rounded up were full, with overflow guests and looky-loos standing wherever they could squeeze themselves. Walking up the aisle, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Thumper and the air of wow about him. His face aglow with contentment and anticipation, he stood in
