Larry said all along if we just stuck together his family would have to come around. I thought maybe they wouldn’t, but he was right, like he always is, ‘cause when we sent them the invites to our wedding, they accepted. And I think they must have been talking to Larry before the day, because they didn’t buy us toasters and crap like that; they gave us art stuff and tickets for the opera. Larry’s teaching me to like opera. He says by the time we celebrate our twenty-fifth anniversary, I might even be ready for Wagner.
His sister heard him say that. She said that’s a surefire way of making sure we don’t reach twenty-six, but I think she was joking, ‘cause Larry just laughed. I get along okay with his sister now. She got me off that Drunk and Disorderly charge no problem. She calls me Al, a
