“Eddie Jackson, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in marriage with? Do you promise to love him, to comfort him, to honor and keep him for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, to be faithful only to him for as long as you both shall live?”
Ma had hired the minister. He wasn’t really a minister, though, just an actor with an Internet license. Still, he looked the part. In any case, this was it. I was finally going to marry the man I loved, the man of my dreams.
“How poorer exactly?” I asked. My fiancé pinched my n****e. “Sorry, I mean, I do.”
He grinned. I winked back.
“And do you, Benji Benders, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in marriage with? Do you promise to
