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Wearing my suit with our marriage license in the breast pocket of my suit coat, I went to the front door. “Are you ready for the ladies?" I asked Albert.
He lifted a large manila envelope. “Yes. This came special delivery to the front gate. The driver wanted to be sure you had it before the wedding."
I took the envelope. “Before the wedding?"
I turned it over, looking for a name. “Did they say who it's from?"
Albert shook his head. “I'm sorry. The delivery woman didn't offer, and I didn't ask."
My thoughts were on the wedding. “Have you heard from Jonathon?"
“Yes. He's on his way to the cabin with Judge Nichols."
I reached for my topcoat. “I'll head over there. It's getting close, and I'm not supposed to see Julia in her dress."
Albert smiled. “Traditions."
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