CHAPTER SIX
Laurel's wedding invitations were sent out in November, and she and Harriet shopped for her wedding gown. "What do you think?" Laurel said, "shall I come as Little Bo Peep or in a gown to match the wedding cake?" Kitsch was Laurel’s comment on the world.
"Why can't you come as a bride?" Harriet asked.
Laurel smirked at her sobriety. "Actually I'd like to come as a dominatrix in black leather. I think Malcolm would appreciate that."
Laurel avoided the calamity of sentimentality. She came down the aisle in a black and white shantung gown with a long black sash sprinkled with rhinestones that trailed behind her, a white pillbox on her forehead with a brief veil that came halfway down her face. "Very elegant," Harriet assured her. The wedding was held on the afternoon of New Ye
