Epilogue
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April 20th
After seven attempts, Trunk gave up trying to tie his bowtie. Stupid f*****g monkey suit. At the sound of a car horn, he picked up his tuxedo jacket and stormed out.
Bull was behind the wheel, leaning on the horn.
Trunk got in and slammed the door. “This fuckin’ tie. God damn it!”
“s**t, I don’t know how to do this. Sam does. She’ll be there. Stormy too.”
“Drive this thing. Can’t be late today.”
Bull threw the car in gear and roared out of the driveway.
“It’s right this time,” Al said.
“Getting married?”
“Yeah. This is the right girl.”
“You sure? ’Cause I’ll turn the car around if you say so.”
“Totally sure.”
Bull reached over and patted his buddy on the arm. They pulled up to City Hall.
Samantha Brodsky, Bull’s wife, was waiting outside. “It’s a
