Okay, the referee can assess another whining penalty if he wants to, but now I'm being ejected from my own house on my wedding day. Nora's girly friends from New York are coming in on Saturday morning to do make-up and hair and dresses and drink Cosmos and do the whole Sex in the City thing, and I'm banished. After all, all I have to do is put on a shirt and a pair of pants and I'm good to go...
And there's not even a decent pool hall within two hours. I wonder what time the taverns open in Rutland on Saturday morning...
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