Echoes
in Eternity
What We Do in Life …
Part Five – With This Ring
by
Reagan Kavanagh
What We Do in Life …
Part Five – With This Ring
by
Reagan Kavanagh
Disclaimer: This work of adult fiction, loosely based on characters portrayed by Russell Crowe, includes adult language and experiences; you have been warned. No copyright infringement on the original work is intended. © Reagan Kavanagh 2006.
MIDSHIPMEN’S MIDNIGHT RAMBLINGS
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4 |
If
this is what Dee, Diana - whatever the hell her name is - calls a free
day, I’m ready to go back to the Academy. |
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Noah |
Yeah
…physical training at 0800 – after
their Hucks’ Party last night. |
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Mid
3 |
And
we still had to do all the school work we’re missing before
hitting the rack. Why
does Captain Aubrey think he has to pace the deck while we study?
You'd think he was used to supervising 12-year-olds. |
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Mid
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And
don’t forget being hauled to dancing class right after
breakfast. |
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Jeremy |
At
least she fed us the Mexican dinner, and you guys got to see a little
bit of |
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Mid 4 |
Big
fucking deal …I grew up on a farm. |
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Noah |
Man,
I felt like a slacker when we walked into the gym this morning, and
Colonel Espan and Major Thorne were already there.
Did any of you guys notice the fresh scar on Major
Thorne’s leg? |
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Mid
3 |
Last
night I
overheard what’s-her-name asking Major Thorne how
his leg was doing. He
said the fucker was fine. During
our mingling, I asked the Major how it happened. |
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Mid
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What’d
he say? |
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Mid
3 |
At
first he was pretty noncommittal …said he’d been
injured on a job last summer. I
pressed him a little, and he said he'd been shot and was in a cast
all summer. |
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Jeremy |
Did
you guys look at the Major and the Colonel when we
were all in the gym? I’m
not talking about how much they can bench press because that’s
fucking scary …I’m talking about
the fucking scars on both of them.
The major has four bullet wounds that I saw, plus a
couple
of scars that have to be knife wounds.
The Colonel doesn’t have any
bullet wounds – and that’s even
more bizarre because that means all of his combat
was hand-to-hand - but he’s covered with scars that look like
they could have been made with that saber on the wall of Captain
Aubrey’s office. What
the hell has he done to have that many wounds from a blade? |
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Mid
3 |
Someone
said they’d heard him say he’d been in the Army. Close combat? Airborne Rangers? But Rangers are so proud
of it, they tell you they’re RANGERS
…Army never even comes out of their
mouths. The Colonel
didn’t say anything about Rangers.
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Jeremy |
Doesn’t
matter which branch of service
…those
guys have paid their fucking dues …and
probably some of ours. |
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All
Five |
HOO-RAH!! |
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Mid
4 |
Did
you get a load of Captain Aubrey’s scars when he
stripped off? Man,
those aren’t rope burns …those are scars from a
blade, just like the Colonel’s.
I didn’t know he’d been on
station in
the Indian or |
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All
Five |
HOO-RAH!! |
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Mid
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Dancing
class …’scuse me, ‘dahncing
clhass.’ Hey
…Colonel Espan did
say Army, but
he’s a Brit. Think
he was SAS? |
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Mid
3 |
Why
the hell are they so worried about how we dance?
Are they afraid we’re gonna do hip-hop at
the
reception? And did
you notice Captain Aubrey called the dance teacher ‘dahncing
mistress?’ Reminded
me of the old Erroll Flynn movie – Captain Blood
– my grandmom used to make me watch with her. |
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Mid
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Who’s
Erroll Flynn? |
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Mid
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Some
dorky actor from the 1930s. But
if the lady today was a dahncin mistress, Captain
Aubrey’s sure as shit the dahncing master. |
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Mid
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Did
any of you guys have problems dancing with Ms. Walker and Dr. Kavanagh
…like getting them to let you lead? |
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Jeremy (laughs) |
I
think with those two ladies you’re gonna have to earn their
respect before they’ll let you lead …and we
ain’t anywhere close. |
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Noah |
I
asked Ms. Walker what sort of work she’d done
…just making conversation. She said she’d be glad
to tell me, but then she’d have to kill me.
I don’t think she was kidding. I get the feeling
she’s done her rotation in C3I. |
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Mid
4 |
She
told me everything she’d done was classified, and as soon as
she saw it on the History Channel, she’d be happy to talk to
me about it. Are all
these people in Black Ops? |
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Jeremy |
Could
be. When I asked
Dr. Kavanagh if she was a medical doctor, I got set straight real fast. She’s a forensic
psychologist. I
know Mr. Ackerman’s FBI, and she said he was her lead
investigator when they were with the BAU, so she’s done Club
Fed just like he has. He
said she’s ex-Army …served in the |
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Mid
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What’s
BAU? |
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Jeremy |
Behavioral
Analysis Unit …they’re the ones who profile and
catch serial killers. Sounds
like life after the Navy may be more exciting than when
you’re active. |
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Noah |
The
Colonel, Major, and Captain O’Reilly seem to have slowed down
on the partying …or maybe they’ve slowed it down
because we’re here. I
bet they’ve had their share of hangovers. |
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Jeremy |
And
lived to tell about it! |
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Noah |
Think
the women – Ms. Walker and Dr. Kavanagh – are party
animals? Sounds
like Dr. Kavanagh cut a pretty wide swath.
Those two are Code Red for sure. |
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Mid
3 |
Hell,
it sounds like all three of the men had a piece of that last action. Colonel Espan’s
so macho that I can’t see him taking sloppy seconds
…or thirds! The
Major must have had a go at her way before Ms. Walker and the Colonel
came along. If it
hadn’t been a long time ago, the Major wouldn’t
still have his dick. Think
the Major has a piercing that Ms. Walker uses to lead him around? |
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Jeremy |
She’s
no pussy, that’s for sure. |
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Mid
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Oh,
I think she’s one hell of a
‘pussy!’ Course,
the way both of them giggled when he said ‘the
fucker’s fine,’ I’m wondering
who’s leading who. I’ll
bet they have some screamers.
That’s the first time I’ve ever
heard
a man giggle. |
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Noah |
Well,
I know I’m not asking the Major about his
giggle. I like my
balls where they are. Sounds
like Ms. Walker has seen the Colonel
…did you get that comment about depth perception and eight
inches? Eight
inches …JESUS!
And we got the edited version.
I thought we knew how to party,
but
these people are over the top. |
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Mid
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What
the fuck was that about pictures …the Major and Captain
O’Reilly in bed? |
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Mid
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Don’t
ask, don’t tell. I
can’t see either one of those women being a beard. Those guys must have more
juice than we’ll ever even think about having. |
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Mid
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And
that Dolores. Shit,
man, it’s hard to remember she’s only 14. |
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Noah |
Back
off! |
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Mid
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Fuck
you, Cabot! Hey,
…what the fuck are we gonna say when we get back to the
Academy and people ask about the night life in |
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Jeremy |
Who
the fuck cares? We’ve
got the women, the Colonel, the Major, and Captain O’Reilly
to talk about! Those
stories’ll keep us on top through the end of term. |
Friday, 20 October 2006, 2230 hours
Kebab and Kurry Restaurant
JEFF WIGAND
We managed to get through the rehearsal in an hour, a feat I considered amazing. The weddings in which I'd had participated while still with big tobacco usually involved a much younger and considerably less realistic bride than Reagan Kavanagh; this lady rolls with the punches. There was no mother of the bride to appease in this instance, and Dee Walker had everything well under control.
I’m still unsure as to Max’s reason for having asked me to be one of his ushers but don’t see reason to ask. He’s been in Lousiville several times on business – calling me on each visit – and we’ve had dinner on a number of occasions. The transition into this reality and this century has to have been hard for him. For those like Terry, Dino, and me, there were no lifestyle or cultural changes requiring our rapid adaptation, although realizing we’d been film characters and our lives were an open book had been difficult. I can’t imagine what the transition must have been like for men like Max and Jack Aubrey. Those two seem to have accepted the changes well, but East is still confused. I’d like to be able to help the boy but don’t seem to communicate with him very well; I may be too formal for him, though how that could be given that he interacts so well with Max is interesting. Reagan’s a scientist …maybe at some point between now and the wedding, we’ll have time to sit and discuss how the members of this group from drastically different eras got here. If the opportunity doesn’t present itself at this time, perhaps she’ll come to
Dinner tonight. They had chosen an Indian restaurant, and while I prefer Japanese or other oriental cuisines to that of the sub-continent, the food was very good. Dee and Max seem intent on force-feeding Reagan. That’s probably good, as she’s painfully thin. From listening to the conversation around the table, I get the impression she’s lost a lot of weight over the summer. Given that Max was kidnapped, that isn’t surprising. After dinner, we made the rounds, talking and getting better acquainted, though most of us had done a good job of that last night. There was an interesting moment when the wait staff put the dessert dishes in front of us. Max and Reagan exchanged a look and burst into laughter. I’m not sure what’s so amusing about Kheer, but it obviously has a reference point for them. I’ve no doubt it has something to do with their sex life. Hucks’ Night. On each occasion I've married, I've wondered why the brides’ and grooms’ parties aren’t combined, and now I wondered even more. Perhaps younger men and women feel the need for one last bonding session with their own gender before taking the plunge. Personally, I like the way Max and Reagan have done it …perhaps I should say the way Terry and Dee have done it. Of course, we are dealing with a mature audience at this wedding.
I enjoyed being around Dolores Robertson; she reminds me of my own daughters. Her mother has done an amazing job with her, particularly given that she’s a widow. She does have Max, Terry, and Dino as available male role models, but raising a child alone is a difficult proposition under the best of circumstances. Before leaving on Sunday, I need to make time to tell Sooze how much I admire her for coping so well with what must have been very trying circumstances.
Enough of my private musings …it appears another round of roasting the bride and groom is about to being. Having endured it three times myself, I don’t want to miss a word of theirs.
Saturday, 21st October 2006
MAXIMUS
I awoke early, reaching as always for Cassandra’s warmth, only to realise that she was not at my side. Though we were apart, I smiled. We were to be publically married this day, and both Terry and Diana had been firm in their conviction that I was not to see my bride until the moment of her appearance in the Church. I had spent the night in the narrow bed in my old loft, a bed unused other than by clients as this was now the company flat, and largely unoccupied since the day I moved into Cassandra's home more than a year past. I lay there for a moment, then smiled again as I rose and went downstairs. The sun was just rising; I stood in the kitchen alcove and looked out the wall of windows on the west side of the flat. The clouds began to pinken, then were tinged with gold as the sun peeped over the eastern horizon behind the building, the light casting shadows across the courtyard below. I started a pot of coffee and clicked on the radio to hear the morning’s news.
I collected the newspaper that the manager had been kind enough to leave at the door with a note wishing us well on this day. Returning to the kitchen, I got a cup of coffee and sat in the lounge, drinking as I turned through the pages of the day’s news. Some 20 minutes later I realised that though I had attempted to read several articles, nothing held my attention and laughed aloud. I had walked to the kitchen for more coffee when the phone on the bar rang. I picked up the handset and put it to my ear. Before I could speak, her voice came through the line, as soft as a sigh, gentle as her kiss.
“I love you.” I felt the tears prick my eyes. Was I to spend this day fighting tears? If that were to be, it did not matter. I was too happy, too overjoyed to care what others might think. In my time, it was not thought unmanly to shed tears; that notion is a modern day conception, and I find it foolish. My voice was rough with emotion when I answered her.
“And I love you, Cara. Cum omne mea cordis, mea spiritus.”
“Tamquam amo. I never want to spend another night without you, Maximus.”
“Nor I without you, Cara, though we know that wish will not be granted us.” She sighed softly.
“I know …but I can dream, can’t I?”
“We may always dream …and when we are apart, we will be together in spirit.” I heard someone in the background speaking to her.
“Is Diana there at so early an hour?” She laughed.
“Yes …her banging on the door and the dogs barking woke me just after dawn. I don’t want to think about how early she got up to get here at such an ungodly hour. If you aren’t ready for Terry, you’d best get moving. He was going out to the farm to check on the herd and dogs this morning before coming back in to your flat.” At that precise moment I heard a knock on the door and went to open it …Terry. I motioned him to come inside, and he went to the kitchen for coffee, dropping his garment bag with his tuxedo and shoes on the couch as he passed.
“Best tell her goodbye for now, Mate. We’ve things to do, and I know Diana’s in high gear.” I nodded.
“Cara, I must ….”
“Go. I know …
“And I love you. I shall count the moments until we are joined for all time.” I disconnected and put the phone on its base, turning to see Terry shaking his head.
“You’ve got it bad, Mate.” I smiled and nodded at him in acknowledgement.
“I do, and have no wish to change that fact.”
DIANA
I waited until Reags and Max had stopped cooing and hung up their respective phones. Please, someone tell me Terry and I aren’t as nauseatingly verbal about being in love as those two. Once she put down the phone, I became the Drill Sergeant.
“Gown at the church? Got your travelling suit in the garment bag along with your shoes?” She nodded.
“Gown, shoes, corset, hose, underwear …all of it’s at the Church. Sooze took everything over yesterday so you wouldn’t be running around like a chicken with its head cut off at the last minute. My travel suit and shoes are in the garment bag on the hope chest at the end of the bed, beside my suitcase. I’m wearing jeans and a t-shirt to get to the Church.”
“Is the rest of your packing done?”
“Everything but the last minute toiletries.” She was walking into the bathroom as she spoke, and I followed her. She pointed to her cosmetic bag on the counter. “Right there. Check for yourself if it will make you happy.” I did. Foundation, blush, powder, mascara, eyeshadow and eyeliner, lip liner and lipstick …everything she’d need at the church and on the trip to
“Where are your pills?” She spat toothpaste into the sink and rinsed her mouth before answering me.
“What pills? The only pills I ever take are aspirin, and I can get those at the hotel if I need them.” I rolled my eyes.
“Your birth control pills, Sweet Pea.”
“I don’t take oral contraceptives; haven’t since my early 20s.”
“Are you leaving contraception up to Max? Tell me the frangers are in your suitcase so he doesn’t accidentally forget to pack them.”
“We aren’t using condoms. I had a diaphragm fitted after the pregnancy scare.” Really. Well, it wasn’t in her cosmetics bag, and that was the logical place for it.
“You forgot to pack it.” She took a deep breath and turned to look at me.
“I didn’t forget to pack it. It’s in the drawer of the bedside table; I’m leaving it here.” Uh oh. Well, fools do rush in, don’t they?
“Ummm …are you and Max trying to pull a ‘Russell Crowe’ and get pregnant on your wedding night?”
“I haven’t discussed it with Maximus.”
“I see. Don’t you think it might be a good idea to see if he’s ready to have you pregnant?” That got me ‘the look.’
“As much as he wanted me pregnant last year, don’t you think that particular question is moot?”
“Well, I ….” She didn’t let me finish.
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“So I’m going to be an aunt?”
“If we’re lucky, yes, you’re going to be an aunt, and Terry and Dino get to be uncles.” Much as I hate to admit it, the idea wasn’t all that distressing. After all, I didn’t have to endure the pregnancy, other than vicariously. I didn’t have to give birth to the little bugger, and I sure as hell didn’t have to do the 2 AM feedings. All I had to do was hold it once in a while and then hand it back to Max and Reags when it needed feeding or changing or started to cry and wouldn’t stop. I could manage that much. I grinned at her.
“Okie dokie, then. Good luck, and keep me posted.” She finally smiled.
“After Maximus, you’ll be the first to know.” She turned back to her preparations, and I walked over, putting one arm around her shoulders.
“Reags?”
“Mmmm hmmm?”
“Are you nervous? Are you absolutely sure about this? Yesterday’s service can be annulled, and you don’t have to go through with today if you aren’t completely sure.” She turned to face me; she was wearing the most serene look I’ve ever seen in my life. Her voice was soft when she spoke, and so full of love that it almost hurt to listen.
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She was going to do just fine.
TERRY
“Everything under control, Max? Suitcase packed, tux and shoes for today in your garment bag, suit, shirt, and shoes for leaving after?” He nodded as I followed him up the stairs; he took the suitcase from its place by the bed, put in on the bed and opened it. I glanced at the contents – he’s as obsessive at packing in a particular way as me – and turned back to him.
“Where’s your shaving kit?”
“In the bathroom. I shall close it after I shower and return my personal articles to it.” I caged a glance in the open kit …nothing. They weren’t in the suitcase, unless he’d taken them out of the box.
“Where’re your frangers, Mate? Don’t want Reags getting up the spout on the honeymoon, do you? Or is she on the pill?” From the look on his face, I realised he’d like nothing better. Christ. I might have known.
“We do not believe in chemical methods of contraception, Terry. They have too many unknowns that carry the potential for later difficulties.”
“That leaves frangers …where are they?” He smiled. He was in a good mood today, else he’d have already told me his and Reags’ method of birth control - and whether or not they chose to employ those means - was none of my bloody business.
“We do not use them routinely.” Vatican roulette? He answered my next question before I asked. It’s not in my nature to discuss such personal matters, but as in the clouds as Max had been the last few weeks, I’d not put it past him to forget his dick if it weren’t attached. “Cassandra has taken responsibility for contraception long since. There are other barrier methods available.” So she carried a brass ring. Good for her. Wish Marjorie had been that farsighted; of course, I might have been a bit more farsighted as well, but then I wouldn’t have Henry, and I can’t ever regret his birth. I turned toward the stairs.
“Then get showered and shaved …you’re getting married in six hours, and you don’t want to be late.” I was laughing as I said it, and he joined me. Max was never late for anything. “I’m going downstairs to finish what’s left of the coffee and make another pot. Dino and Jack will be here within half an hour with Jeff and East in tow. Jack’s ordered the mids to go straight to the Church and has a van waiting for them. They’re to be there not later than 1100.” I had the coffee going and the pot half dripped when Dino banged on the door.
DINO
I’d picked Jack, Jeff, and East up at the hotel, and we headed to Max’s old loft. Jack had let the mids sleep in but left wake up calls for them at nine. That gave them more than enough time to shit, shower, shave, and shove off for the show. They were to be downstairs at 1045, and the rented van would be waiting to take them to Perkins Chapel on the SMU campus. The groom and rest of us so-called adults would meet them there. I’d tried not to laugh the night before when Jack issued orders to the kids at 0210, rousting them out and into one room – they were in connecting rooms, three in one and two in the other – just like you would kids at summer camp. Reminded me of my old DI.
“As it is late, I will permit you to sleep until nine in the morning, at which time you will receive wake-up calls. There will be no turning over and sleeping further. You are to rise immediately. I have ordered your breakfast, and it will be delivered to your rooms promptly at 0915. You will have your coffee and eat and be finished by 0930. You have 45 minutes at your leisure in which to read the newspaper or watch television; the choice of which you do is yours. At 1015 hours, you will shave sharply - with a blade - and shower. If, on my arrival and inspection at the Church, I see any indication of a careless shave, I will shave you myself. Dress in casual wear for your transport to the Church; do NOT forget your dress shoes and garment bags. The van ordered by Maj Thorne will be awaiting you at the front entrance at 1045. Do not keep the driver or your fellows waiting. You will arrive at the Church at 1100 sharp and await my arrival in the men’s dressing room. Do not dress until I arrive. You will change into your formal wear at noon. Once you have dressed and stood inspection, you will not sit until after the ceremony; there will be no wrinkles in your clothing. A member of the resident clergy will show you the way to the dressing room should Col Espan detain me in my intended time of arrival. Now, go to bed and sleep. I will see you on the morrow.”
“Sir! Yes, Sir!” The mids had been at rigid attention during Jack’s recitation, and they saluted him sharply, relaxing only when he returned it and turned to walk out the door. I managed not to laugh until we got to the hallway and then lost it. Jack just smiled.
*
Terry opened the door to Max’s loft when I banged on it. Inside and Tio pointed to the coat closet so we could hang our garment bags, and we got coffee. Jeff was his usual easy-going self. Well, he’s easy-going these days. He sure as hell wasn’t when I first met him. East was a bit on edge but seemed good at taking cues from the rest of us. He may be a country kid like me, but he cleans up well and is smart enough to look, listen, learn and not make a fool of himself. Today he seemed quieter than usual, but I put that down to being taught to be mindful of his elders, and it was pretty clear that he considered the rest of us his elders. Somehow, I had the feeling his dad had given him the back of his hand a few times for stepping out of line. He obviously has a lot of respect for Max, and I knew he’d bust his ass to make sure he handled the ladies’ seating properly. He’s a good kid, just a bit quiet for my taste. Max was nowhere to be seen, so we took our cups to the living room and sat.
“Where’s the groom?”
“Shower. He’ll be down in a few minutes.” Jeff and East were looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows that took up the entire north and west wall of the loft and not paying attention to Terry, Jack and me.
“He nervous?”
“Not that I can tell. Not that any of us would be able to tell if he was.” I heard footsteps on the stairs and looked up. Max was coming down briskly, a smile on his face, his eyes dancing. He was wearing jeans and old South Sydney Rabbitohs t‑shirt; he was barefoot and humming something, but I didn’t recognize the tune.
“Nice shirt, Max …you steal that from Crowe?” He laughed as he answered.
“No, I have never met him. I attended a South Sydney rugby match whilst in Australia having the gladius authenticated and bought the shirt on my way out of the stadium. I may have to order a second one off the Internet, as Cassandra seems to have designs on this one. She wears it any time I do not hide it well in my dresser, and she chances upon it whilst putting away the laundry.” Yep, he was ready for marriage if he let her wear his Souths’ shirt; I’d seen him wearing it numerous times before today, and he was pretty damned fond of it. Terry gave him a look.
“You going for the Old Roman look today, Mate? You forgot to shave.”
“I did not forget. I will shave immediately prior to leaving for the Church. Diana has said she does not wish me to have a beard shadow in the photographs so I shall wait until the last possible moment.” He looked at Terry and Jack. “My usual razor is packed. I have a disposable awaiting this morning’s task.” Jack smiled. I’d have to tell Max about the lecture Jack gave the mids about shaving sharply today. After shaking Jack’s hand, Max headed across the room to Jeff and East, thanking them for serving with me on this auspicious occasion, then turned back to the rest of us.
“Have you had your breakfast? No? I have a place in mind I believe you will find delightful.” Twenty minutes later we pulled into the parking lot of the Medina Café on Harry Hines Boulevard just north of Love Field. From all the cars, this place must serve the best breakfast in town; I was surprised I hadn’t found it in my former late night/early morning wanderings. We had to park Max’s Bentley and Terry’s Jag two blocks away and hike in. I had the feeling this was going to be a replay of the Lone Star Café in Wills Point.
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The hostess greeted Max like a long lost friend; obviously, he’d been here a few times. We got a table and a few minutes later, Polly the waitress bustled up, smiling when she saw Max.
“Today’s the day, right Max? What time?”
“It is today, at one. Allow me to introduce my friends, ….” We started to stand, and Polly, good soul that she obviously is, waved us back to our seats.
“Stay where you are, Boys. We don’t stand on ceremony here. Lemme git ya’ll coffee while you take a look at the menu. You got any questions, Max can answer them. He used to be a regular here.” Tio’s head swivelled to look at Maximus, his eyebrows going up in surprise.
“I took my breakfast here most mornings before moving in with Cassandra. I recommend the Huevos Rancheros. I doubt you will find better.” I looked at him as Polly returned, and we ordered.
“Didn’t know you were that fond of Mexican, Max.”
“Nor did I, until I dined here and then partook of Cassandra and Diana’s creations. It has been a revelation.” We were still laughing when Polly brought our breakfast. Forty-five minutes later we were on our way back to the loft. It was approaching ten, and Max was starting to pace and obviously anxious to leave for the church. That’s probably for the best …that way he can wear a hole in their carpet before he has to replace the one here.
REAGAN
I’d smiled to myself as I hung up the phone after talking to Maximus. Last night would be the last one we’d ever voluntarily spend apart other than those required for business or – if we were blessed – when I was in hospital delivering our child. Dee was looking round the room, having resumed her Drill Instructor persona. We had the conversation about whether or not I’d packed everything, and she noticed the lack of any means of contraception in my toilet articles. We had that conversation; she didn’t seem terribly surprised, but she knows me pretty well.
I spent a long time in the shower, finally getting out when she walked back into the bathroom and asked if I was trying to wash that man right out of my hair. I’d laughed, turned off the water, and asked her to hand me the towel. She reminded me that we had a 45-minute drive to Perkins Chapel on the SMU Campus, and that Sooze, Dolores, and Melody would be waiting for us at nine. I’m not sure why we needed to be there at nine; it’s never taken me more than an hour to do my hair and make-up, not even for the Ambassador’s Ball last year. We could be there at 1100, and I’d have more than enough time to do make-up, hair, get dressed and then stand around for an hour waiting on the time for the service. I suppose she was leaving time for the hairdresser and make-up artist to take care of my attendants. Both Dee and Sooze had asked months ago who I was having do my hair and make-up today, and I’d pointed at myself. Sooze – wisely – had said nothing, but Dee had a few observations.
“Reags, you’re going to be a nervous wreck, and ….”
“I won’t.”
“Yes, you will. What if your hand shakes when you’re putting on your mascara and
“I’d be a lot more concerned about some make-up artist I don’t know poking me in the eye and making me look like a clown with her interpretation of what I should look like on my wedding day. Same goes for a hairdresser. I can – and will – take care of both myself.”
“I’d really feel better if you’d get a couple of pros in for that.”
“No. Of course, if it will make you feel better, go on and retain whomever you like, but if you do, be aware you’ll be footing the bill for them to stand round twiddling their thumbs.” That ended that little discussion. Dee had arranged both a hairdresser and make-up artist for my attendants, but they weren’t putting their little paws on me.
I was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, tennies on my feet, and ready to leave within half an hour. I’d blown my hair dry and just let it fall into its whatever-it-wants-to-do daily style. I’d be wearing it in a chignon for the ceremony, and the coated rubber band and hairpins were in my make-up kit.
I stopped before leaving to say goodbye to the pups. They were sitting in the middle of the lounge watching me, eyes huge as I sat in the floor in front of them. Bear raised his huge right front paw and touched the side of my face. Pandora put her head on my shoulder, and Bailey curled up with his head in my lap, watching me. They didn’t understand what was going on, no more than they had when Maximus and I’d left for Cairo in the spring. My vet – Kim – would be picking them up later today and taking them home with her …home, not to her clinic for boarding. She has three cats and two dogs of her own, and her critters and mine have always gotten on extremely well, probably because we’ve had them playing together since they were all babies.
Kim had kept the dogs when Maximus and I were in Cairo and would do so now. Of course she and her husband would be at the wedding, but as Kim has house keys, she and Dennis would stop by my place on their way home and pick up my crew. Dee had offered to take my brood home with her, but as Bear and Okie don’t really get on all that well, I’d opted for Kim. Three Alpha males – Terry, Okie, and Bear – in the same house just wasn’t a good combination. With Kim keeping the dogs, I knew I’d not have to worry about anything. She knew where we were staying in Banff and had both Maximus’ and my cell numbers. If there were any problems, she’d deal with the medical aspects, then call and give us an update. Obviously, Kim isn’t just my vet, she’s also a dear friend. I hugged each of the pups in turn, kissing their heads, and promised that Maximus and I would return in two weeks. The followed me to the door and watched as I closed and locked it behind me. I knew they’d likely sit in the same spot for several hours. I wiped away a few tears as I climbed into Dee’s truck; she backed out of the drive, and we were down the lane and on the road to the rest of my life.
*
“Where are you going? SMU is off 75 North.”
“I know that, but you need to eat breakfast.”
“I’m not hungry.” She stopped at the traffic light on the access road and turned to look at me. I knew that if I said another word, I’d get the force-feeding lecture, so I kept my mouth shut. She turned on her indicator light and turned left when the light changed, pulling into the car park of Cindi's Coffee Shop and the first available parking space. I looked at her as she opened her door.
“Out.” I got out of the car and dutifully followed her inside. Forty-five minutes later we were back on the road, and I had obediently eaten two multi-grain pancakes, bacon, and a scrambled egg. I was so full I felt as if I was going to toss my cookies and said so.
“If you think you’re going to hurl, tell me so I can pull over. I don’t want you throwing up in the truck.” Gee, thanks, Pal, but remember feeding me was your idea. We made it to the Church and found the Brides’
I’d called the minister – Reverend Abernathy – Monday morning and asked if Maximus and I could meet with her privately that evening to discuss the wedding. She’d seemed a bit confused as we had everything locked down, or so she thought. I reassured her that nothing had changed insofar as the ceremony on Saturday was concerned, but that there was something deeply personal we needed to discuss with her. Maximus had been reluctant to divulge to her what we wanted, as that entailed an explanation. I explained pastor/parishioner privilege, and he finally agreed. We presented ourselves at Corlyss’ office at six that evening. Given his ability to persuade women – particularly older women, and she’s in her late 50s – I let Maximus do the talking. He had a battle plan in mind, and I wasn’t surprised in the least to discover it was full frontal charge.
“Reverend Abernathy, Reagan and I wish you to perform a private marriage service for us on Friday with only our honour attendants present.” She sat up a bit straighter and looked at both of us.
“Whatever for? Your wedding is on Saturday …why would you want to speed up the service? Are you cancelling the service on Saturday?” He shook his head.
“That is not our intention, Reverend, but there are circumstances at work that are unknown to you, matters that make a private ceremony very important to Reagan and me.” She looked at me, I looked at Maximus, and he launched his frontal charge. “My true name is not Max David Espan, though that is the name that will appear on our marriage license. It is the name on my driving licence, my passport, and all other official documents I possess. It is the name by which I am registered in the files of the FBI, CIA, Department of Homeland Security, Interpol, and all other databases available to those granted access.” She blinked and sat up a bit straighter before saying anything.
“I’m not sure I can perform any ceremony for you, if that’s the case …it would be fraudulent. But for the sake of argument, just what is your ‘true name,’ as you put it?” He stood and walked to the window that overlooked the campus, clasping his hands behind his back and looking out the window for a few moments before turning to face her. From the way her eyes dilated when he spoke, it was obvious she’d seen his film, likely more than once.
“My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius, loyal servant to the true Emperor Marcus Aurelius, General of the Felix Legions, Commander of the Armies of the North. I am the man from the film Gladiator, come to life in this day.” Yep, that was a full frontal assault if ever one existed. I could just see the thoughts flitting through her head …the man is delusional, paranoid schizophrenic, and I hope to God he isn’t violent. “I tell you this for several reasons. Have you seen the film Proof of Life?” She nodded. “Master and Commander, The Far Side of the World?” Another nod and now a light was coming on in her eyes. “Terrence – Terry – Thorne from Proof of Life will serve as my best man. Dean O’Reilly, also from Proof of Life is one of my groomsmen, as is Jack Aubrey from Master and Commander. We do not know the mechanism regarding how we came to life at the end of our respective films; we only know that it has happened. Other characters from other Russell Crowe films – Jeff Wigand from The Insider, East Driscoll from Hammers Over the Anvil – are also members of the wedding party. We do not know why the general population has never recognised any of our number; we only know that has never happened. Reagan and I surmise that people see only what they expect to see, rather than what might be.” He stopped talking for a moment, giving her time to mull that one over before he continued.
“Reagan and I wish a private ceremony in order that I may use my true name when we take our vows. The name by which you know me is the one that will appear on the marriage certificates for the State and the Church, but when I speak my vows, I wish to use my true name. Reagan is also desirous of that occurrence. Reagan and I knew each other in my former life …in that time she was Cassandra, and she will use that name in our private ceremony. The official date on our paperwork will be Friday, 20th October, rather than Saturday the 21st. My best man – Terry Thorne – and Reagan’s honour attendant – Diana Walker – are to be present as our witnesses on Friday. Ms. Walker knows of our origins and has for more than a year.
“When we are in private or with our friends, Terry and Diana, Reagan calls me Maximus; I call her Cassandra. When we are in a public venue, she calls me Max, and I address her as Reagan.” He turned back toward the window and took a deep breath before turning back to Corlyss. “I am aware that you are shocked. That is understandable, but I assure you your shock is no greater than was Reagan’s when I told her of my origins …nor is it any greater than my own when I realised what had transpired on my awakening in this life and time. I have given her physical proof that what I say is true in the form of my gladius …it has been carbon dated by authorities on three continents. The weapon is in our home on this day and will remain there. I assure you I am not mad, nor is Reagan. I am real, as are our friends from other of Crowe’s films. I do not ask that you understand, Reverend Abernathy, as I do not understand this phenomenon myself; I only ask that you believe, and remember that it is your Christian faith that has taught the masses to believe in God, all things are possible.” He returned to the window and looked out over the campus, giving her time to either run screaming from the room or to think about what he’d said. She was silent for several minutes; when she spoke, her voice was calm.
“General Meridius – Maximus – please, sit down. I’ll admit that this is almost too fantastic to believe, but you’re correct. In God, all things are possible. If I didn’t believe that, I wouldn’t be much of a minister. As an individual and as a minister, I’ve always believed there are things we aren’t intended to understand and must accept on faith. I’m willing to believe that your existence – and the others like you – fall into that category.” She took a deep breath as she opened her appointment book to Friday and picked up a pen. “I’ll perform the service on Friday …would ten in the morning be convenient for you?”
*
The four of us – Maximus and me, Dee and Terry – were at Corlyss Abernathy’s office at 0945 on Friday morning. She took us into the sanctuary and lined us up at the altar. She looked at Dee and Terry.
“Do you have the rings?” They nodded. We’d told them to bring them. “I know you’ll have to take them off again, but they are an integral part of the sacrament, and I know you want to use them today.” Maximus and I smiled and nodded. We’d gone over that with her on Monday. After we were done today, we’d take them off and give them back to Dee and Terry until tomorrow. “All right. Are we ready to begin?” Maximus squeezed my hand as we looked at each other and nodded.
*
“Maximus,
wilt thou have this woman to be thy wedded wife, to live together in
the holy
estate of matrimony? Wilt
thou love her,
comfort her, honour and keep her, in sickness and in health; and
forsaking all
other keep thee only unto her, so long as ye both shall live?”
His voice was so sincere when he answered, so strong and sure.
“I
will.”
“Cassandra,
wilt thou have this man to be thy wedded husband, to live together in
the holy
estate of matrimony? Wilt
thou love him,
comfort him, honour and keep him, in sickness and in health; and
forsaking all
other keep thee only unto him, so long as ye both shall live?”
I was so moved that I could barely whisper the words.
“I
will.”
Corlyss took my right hand and placed it in Maximus’ right hand.
“Repeat
after me, Maximus.”
She continued the service as Maximus spoke his vows.
“I,
Maximus, take thee, Cassandra, to be my wedded wife, to have and to
hold, from
this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in
sickness
and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part, according
to
God’s holy ordinance; and thereto I plight thee my
troth.”
My voice was a bit stronger when I responded this time. I wanted Maximus to know that I had no doubts, that he was the only man I would ever love, the only man I wanted at my side for the rest of my life.
“I,
Cassandra, take thee, Maximus, to be my wedded husband, to have and to
hold,
from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer,
in
sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part,
according to God’s holy ordinance; and thereto I plight thee
my troth.”
Corlyss gave him my ring, and he put it on my finger, his fingers resting on it as he spoke.
“In
token and pledge of the vow between us made, with this ring I thee wed;
in the
name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.”
I slipped his ring on his hand and repeated the vow.
“In
token and pledge of the vow between us made, with this ring I thee wed;
in the
name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.”
Corlyss nodded, and spoke again.
“Forasmuch
as Maximus and Cassandra have consented together in holy wedlock, and
have
witnessed the same before God and this company, and thereto have
pledged their
troth each to the other, and have declared the same by joining hands
and the
giving and receiving of rings; I pronounce that they are husband and
wife
together, in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy
Spirit. Those who
God hath joined
together, let not man put asunder.
Amen.”
She smiled at Maximus.
“You may kiss the bride.”
Bride’s Dressing
DOLORES
It’s finally here …Uncle Max and Auntie Reagan’s wedding day. Mom and I got to the Church a little bit after Diana and Auntie Reagan did, and Melody got here a few minutes later. Diana is fussing around like a mother hen, and from the look on Auntie Reags’ face, she’d really like her to chill. Yeah, like that’s going to happen. I think Diana’s more stressed out than Auntie Reags. Actually, Auntie Reags seems pretty cool about all of it. One time when Diana was telling Melody what to do, Auntie Reags looked and me and crossed her eyes, and we both laughed.
Our gowns were all hanging in the Brides’
Dee arranged for a hairdresser and a make-up artist to come today and do everyone’s hair and make-up, except for Auntie Reags. She said she’d do that for herself, ‘thanks very much.’ She’s doing her hair now; she took off her t-shirt and put on this button up top and started right to work. I love watching her. She’s just always so cool and calm. Uncle Terry said she’s like that because of what she used to do before she started teaching at SMU. I asked Mom what that was, and she said it was classified. Even I know what classified means, so I didn’t ask any more questions, but I know it was very important and dangerous. I hope when I grow up that I’m half as cool as Auntie Reags. If this was school, I’d say she was totally the bomb …but if Mom heard me, she’d pinch my ear, and that hurts.
The hairdresser is starting on Melody’s hair. I love watching people fix other peoples’ hair. Dee said the hairdresser wanted all of us to just wash our hair when we showered this morning and come to the Church without drying it. The lady – Ginger – has this tray just like in the beauty salon where Mom and I get our hair cut, and it’s loaded with rollers and combs and brushes, and she’s also got curing irons in half-a-dozen sizes, and a straightening iron, too. She’s got gel and mousse and hairspray and little teensy pearls and glitter. I hope I get glitter in my hair! That would be way cool.
I get to wear make-up today. The nuns won’t let us wear anything but lip gloss at school, but Mom lets me wear pale lipstick at home and when we go out somewhere. It’s my turn for my hair; I can’t wait to see what Ginger does with it!
Groom’s Dressing
DINO
“We have scotch, we have bourbon, we have gin …we have no beer, as the belching and farting factors will NOT come into play at the altar. Dee has her travelling green bag, but I can go her one better …I have my travelling bar. Between the two of us, we have the makings of instant party. Granted, I did have to pull out the bottle of vodka and slip in ginger ale for the mids – and that seems somehow blasphemous – but they didn’t like club soda. It hurt me to have to do that, but getting five good kids bounced from the Academy would hurt my conscience even more.” I looked around the room, and if ever a sorrier group had fronted up for a society wedding, I’m not sure where you’d have found them. The so-called adults were in cut offs, sleeveless t-shirts, levis with knees out, you name it, and if it was disreputable, one of us was wearing it. The only ones who looked decent were the mids; Jack would have killed them if they’d dressed like the rest of us. He was the only one of us dressed decently …Dockers, pressed with a knife-edged crease, button down shirt, stiffly starched, though he did have the sleeves rolled above his wrists. The mids were dressed just like Jack and standing smartly to attention. Ah, yes, the days of being a shave-tail. I sat the bar on a table and turned to the group.
“Gentlemen, the bar is open and the smoking lamp is lit. I’ve fucking always wanted to say that!” Jack turned to face me.
“Belay that order!” Oh, fuck! Max, Terry, and now Jack. Will I ever get to give a frigging order in this crowd? Will my name ever float to the top of the zone? Jack addressed the ‘adults.’ At least I got included in that list. “Gentlemen, I require your assistance in inspecting our young fellows. They were told to shave sharply and with a blade. Max, as you are the groom and in exceedingly good humour this day, you would likely give them a pass were they not up to muster. You may stand down.” Max already had a glass of scotch in his hand and raised it to Jack, laughing as he did. I’ve seen Max laugh more these last 72 hours than in all the years I’ve known him. HOO RAH!
MIDSHIPMAN THREE
Why in the name of God did I have to pull Major Thorne to inspect me? Poor Noah didn’t do any better; Captain O’Reilly made a beeline for him. From looking at the Major, I think I’d rather have Captain Aubrey in my face. Jesus. I wish to hell I hadn’t made that comment about Ms. Walker last night. From the look the Major‘s face, they must have had the room bugged.
“Good morning, Midshipman. Did you have a pleasant evening last night?” I wonder if he uses that tone of voice when he talks to someone he’s about to kill.
“Yes, Sir. I had a very pleasant evening …and you, Sir?” He didn’t answer my question, looking up and down the line of us before returning that steely gaze to me.
“Did you young gentlemen have an enjoyable late night conversation regarding Ms. Walker and Dr. Kavanagh?”
“Yes, Sir!” Oh, shit! I should have said NO to that one. “They’re both lovely ladies, Sir. We were all impressed with their accomplishments, Sir.”
“I see …and what would you know of their accomplishments?”
I am so fucked. “Sir! I did as ordered, Sir! I mingled and spoke with all the ladies last night, Sir.”
“From the look on your face, one might surmise the order had been to cohabitate, rather than mingle.”
I am sooooo fucked. “No, Sir! That’s your assignment, Sir!”
I managed to catch a glimpse of the Colonel as he collapsed on the couch …he was laughing at me.
“That’s right, Son. Make sure you don’t forget that.” The major nodded and moved on to the next man.
I’m still alive …. I kept my eyes forward, listening to what the Major was going to say to the next poor bastard.
“What did you shave with this morning, Mister?”
“A blade, Sir. As ordered by Captain Aubrey, Sir.”
“You’re quibbling, Son.”
“Sir, when I started shaving, my father gave me a straight razor. I shaved with that, Sir.”
“You made your mates and Captain Aubrey – not to mention the Colonel and Dr. Kavanagh - wait on you to collect check-through baggage, Mister?”
Now, he’s fucked.
“Sir! We all had check-through baggage for our casual wear, Sir. We carried our tuxedos and suits for church services – or the reading of the Articles of War, the choice at Captain Aubrey’s pleasure - tomorrow in our garment bags, Sir.” The Captain rubbed my buddy’s chin and moved on.
I’m still fucked. Major Thorne hasn’t checked my shave yet.
Okay, my head’s still on, and now the Colonel’s laughing his ass off at all of us. Captain O’Reilly turned around to look at him.
“For Christ’s sake, Max, don’t spill it …that’s the good stuff!” The Colonel put his glass on the floor and sat up from where he’d been collapsed on the couch – still laughing at us - and buried his head in his hands. He was laughing so hard he was crying. I heard Captain O’Reilly grilling Noah.
“Mr. Cabot, with your peach fuzz, you may not have a five o’clock shadow this evening …but if you do, there’d better not be any signs of a beard burn on Miss Robertson’s face.”
Now Noah’s fucked. He was stuttering as much as I had when the Major was grilling my ass.
“Yes, Sir. And no, Sir, you won’t see any beard burn marks on the young lady’s face, Sir!”
“I didn’t say ‘see,'” Mr. Cabot. I said there’d better not be any beard burns on Miss Vega’s rosy cheeks.”
“No, Sir. I won’t get closer than a foot to the young lady, Sir!” I was about to take my first deep breath …until the Major stepped back in front of me.
“Hold your head up, Mister. I want to check that shave.”
TERRY
I haven’t had this much fun in 20 years. Dino and I grinned at each other, took one step back into formation, snapped round and faced Jack.
“Captain Aubrey, these gentlemen are ready to go, Sir.”
“Thank you, Gentlemen. Your assistance has been invaluable.”
He turned to the mids. “Well done, Gentlemen. At ease.”
Back to Dino. “Sir, you may now do the honours.”
Max was still laughing. I’m so glad he appreciated the show we’d put on for his benefit. However, given that Dino was eyeing Cabot and after watching him and Dolores last night, Dino may not have been putting on a show. Dino did the honours and poured for all of us. East looked at us and shook his head before speaking to me.
“This is more precise than inspection before horse trials …at least you didn’t stick your finger in their mouths.”
“Yeah, well, only because I didn’t think about it. I recall one occasion when I didn’t have the bit as clean as Diana liked, and she threatened to make me wear the bloody thing …didn’t make that mistake again!” East laughed for the first time today. He must have had a similar threat at some point in time. I raised the bottle and refilled his glass.
MAXIMUS
The inspection of the midshipmen put me in mind of my own early days in the Army, indeed, until I attained the rank of Tribune. On attaining that rank, I stood inspection only when a new general – or Caesar – visited the camp. I rose and walked to the young men who appeared to be taking their first breaths since Jack ordered them to stand for inspection.
“Gentlemen, I assure you, it will get better.” From the looks on their faces, it was clear they were not at all sure of that. “Be confident that the ‘better’ applies to your individual careers, as well as this day.” Young Cabot spoke softly.
“Thank you, Sir, for the encouragement.”
I motioned toward Dino’s bar and stood aside, permitting them to walk ahead of me, pouring ginger ale for the five of them when we reached the bar. Young Cabot – Noah – took his glass and looked round the room before speaking.
“Colonel, if I may?” I nodded. He raised his glass, and we followed suit. He was a fine young man, and I was sure his parents were proud of him. He spoke firmly as he made the toast.
“Gentlemen, to the Bride.”
REAGAN
My hair and make-up were done by the time I heard a knock on the door. Dee went to open it, and there stood Terry, looking gorgeous in his tux. I smiled as his eyes glazed over when he got a look at Dee. I thought Dolores’ eyes were going to pop out of her head. That child has a crush on Terry that’s unbelievable. I’m sure Sooze is grateful that if Dolores has to have a crush on a grown man, it’s Terry. No one could provide a better example of what a young girl could aspire to in a partner when she’s grown than Terry or Maximus …Dino’s a fine man, but he’s more the older brother type. Maximus …he’s become Dolores’ father figure over the years, and he adores her. Like many fathers, he’s often a bit stern with her and has no hesitation in correcting her behaviour if he thinks it’s warranted. I know he and Sooze have had several long talks about what direction he should take with Dolores, and he’s appreciative of her mother’s insights. His comment to me after one of those little chats had been very revealing, i.e., “Whilst I was a father, I never had the opportunity to be a father.” With luck, we’ll remedy that omission, and I respect him immensely for knowing – and understanding - the difference in those two realities.
Terry stuck his head round the corner and grinned at me. “Almost ready, Love? Maxie’s pawing the earth in anticipation, so if you plan on leaving him at the altar, you’d best take off now.” I laughed.
“Tell him to get a grip. I’m ready to get into my gown, and,” I checked the wall clock, “the processional doesn’t start for ten more minutes. We can both wait that long.” Terry laughed and disappeared. Dee looked at me.
“Let’s get you into that gown.” I stood, taking off the top I was wearing, along with my jeans and underwear, slipped on the knickers that matched the corset, and got her to fasten me into the undergarment that would give a smooth line under the gown’s bodice. I sat and pulled on the old-fashioned stockings, clasping them with the garters attached to the corset. I hadn’t worn a bra today, as I didn’t want strap marks on my shoulders if I forgot to take it off early enough for them to disappear. I pulled on the petticoats and let Dee and Sooze drop the gown over my head, settling it at my waist, and zipping it up the back. I turned slowly to look in the full-length mirror just as Dolores almost screamed in delight.
“Auntie Reagan, you look just like a bride!” Well, yes, that was the general idea. I didn’t recognise myself. The woman looking back at me from the mirror looked like a fairy princess, just stepping out of a story about happily-ever-after. The hairdresser pushed a stool over, and Dee lifted my skirts over it as I sat so the woman could put on my veil. I hadn’t originally intended wearing a veil, but as it was important to Maximus, I’d changed my mind. I’d not gone with what many consider a veil, opting instead for a 40-inch square of silk chiffon that would simply lie over my head with nothing attaching it. Maximus and I had practiced using a scarf so he would know how to lift the veil at the end of the ceremony, just lifting the front and folding it over the top of my head so it wouldn’t fall off in the recessional. That done, I stood and looked at my attendants; they were beautiful. Dee was in a deep sapphire blue, Melody in hunter green, and Dolores radiant in burgundy. There was another knock on the door, and the associate pastor stuck his head inside.
“It’s time, Dr. Kavanagh.”
“That’s the last time anyone will ever call you ‘Dr. Kavanagh,’ so kiss it good-bye.” I raised my fingers to my lips and blew a kiss to the wind as everyone laughed. She hustled us out of the room in the order we were to proceed down the aisle, and we lined up in the foyer …Dolores first, then Melody, with Dee last and just in front of me as my honour attendant, Maximus’ ring securely on her right thumb. We’d removed our rings before the rehearsal last night and returned them to Terry and Dee. I peered round the queue and saw Maximus, Terry, Jack, and Dino waiting at the altar and felt my stomach clench. I took a deep breath as Ted Ackerman walked to my side, his voice soft in my ear.
“You ready, Kid?” I smiled and nodded.
“I’m ready.” The trumpet players, violinists and cellists, drummers, and organist from the School of Music and their conductor were looking at us as Ted nodded. The maestro raised his baton and a moment later, the opening strains of Clarke’s Prince of Denmark March – popularly known as the Trumpet Voluntary – soared into the air. They had actually begun playing the march a minute or two earlier but with only the organist and strings.
The associate pastor touched Dolores’ shoulder and whispered to her. “Just like you did last night, Dolores, and you’ll be perfect.” She moved forward, head up and shoulders back, a beautiful smile on her infinitely precious face. Ten steps out, and Melody followed her. Ten steps more, and Dee entered the sanctuary. Ted had my arm through his and placed his left hand over my own, squeezing it softly as we moved forward. I felt the chills as they raced over my flesh and blinked away the tears.
When I put my right foot over the threshold of the sanctuary, the trumpeteers and drummers stood, horns going to lips, and the first notes from the trumpets trilled into the air. You could hear the collective intake of breath from our guests at the sound of the trumpets. I felt chills fly down my spine, and Ted squeezed my hand once more.
“You okay, Honey?” I nodded. I had never been more ‘okay’ in my life. It was like watching a film …the guests stood and turned, but the only person I truly saw was Maximus. He turned slowly, the usual gravitas in his demeanour giving way to the happiest and most endearing smile I’d ever seen as his groomsmen turned with him to look up the aisle to where the bridal party was moving toward the chancel rail. If I’d harboured even the smallest of doubts as to whether or not Maximus wanted this as much as I, they fled when I looked at his face.
Somehow, I managed to get down the aisle without tripping over my gown or petticoats – I’m told that’s the fear of every bride – and then Ted and I were standing in the centre of the chancel rail, Maximus about three feet in front of me. Reverend Abernathy was speaking, but the first words that actually registered were those she addressed to Ted.
“Who giveth this woman to be married to this man?”
“As her friend and at her request, I do.” He took my right hand and placed it in Maximus’ outstretched left hand, and stepped back, sitting in the front left pew beside Ellie Hughes. I moved up the two steps to the altar and turned slightly, handing my bouquet to Dee before turning back to Maximus as he took both my hands in his own. The liturgy was the same as yesterday, but for our names. Today we were ‘Max’ and ‘Reagan’ rather than Maximus and Cassandra. I’d been so moved yesterday at the timeless elegance of our marriage that I’d thought it wouldn’t have such an impact on me today. That tells you how little I know about the emotions surrounding marriage when it truly means something to you, and with Bill, I’d just gone through the motions. I realised with a jolt that if and when Maximus and I ever decided to renew our vows, I would experience the same intensity of emotion I had yesterday and today …and I knew Maximus would do the same.
I honestly don’t recall much of the ceremony …I’m quite sure I got through my responses without a stumble as if I’d not, Terry would have gigged me about it later. The moments I recall most vividly were at the end of the liturgy …the pastor telling Maximus he could kiss me, and his reverent mien when he lifted the veil from my face and laid it gently over the top of my head. I remember the depth of emotion in those blue-green eyes, his hands cupping my face as if I were made of the most fragile crystal. I remember my own hands moving to rest on his cheeks. I recall the gentle smile on his face and in his eyes as his head dipped down, and his lips touched mine. I recall a tender caress of a kiss that promised the world as he wanted to give it to me, softly, gently, moment by loving moment, a world in which I would be cherished to his last breath, and beyond that into Elysium and throughout Eternity. I remember wishing every woman could have a husband like Maximus, a man who would surrender himself totally to their love and never regret the giving of himself. I remember praying that I could give him as much as he was giving me.
When his lips left mine, he smiled and tilted his head at me as his hands left my face, and his left hand took my right firmly in his own as we turned back to the pastor, kneeling for the final blessing. I wouldn’t have credited her with a sense of humour, but she smiled at us and winked before speaking softly after her blessing. “Arise …go and sin no more!” We stifled laughter and stood as she spoke again.
“Turn and face the congregation,” following that statement and with her announcement to the congregation, it was official. “Ladies and gentlemen, may I present Mr. and Mrs. Max David Espan?” Everyone stood, and the recessional started as we moved down the steps from the altar and back up the aisle, through the foyer, and out into the bright sunshine of the most beautiful Texas afternoon I’d ever witnessed.
TERRY
They’d actually done it, and it was time for the party. Diana and I took the Jag to The Mansion as we’d likely be about the last to leave the reception, and I didn’t want to hold one of the limos Max was paying for with waiting for us. Wigand had offered to take Max’s Bentley to their place after the reception; Dino would follow him and take him back to the hotel. The rest of the wedding party followed the limo with Max and Reags; it looked like half the limos in
We’d spent most of an hour after the wedding taking photographs at the Church and now started over again for reception shots. I’d forgot how tedious this bit is but now recall that Marjorie and I spent what seemed like half the night posing whilst the photographer took all the snaps the General and his wife wanted. The photographer today moved the wedding party out to the courtyard and took shots amongst the flowers, beside the fountains, on the Creek itself in front of the waterfall, the pool …if you can think of a location at The Mansion, Max and Reags will have photos beside it.
