He asked me how I was and how the last couple of weeks went. I told him how school was and how bored I was staying at home with nothing to do. He laug...ed and said things could be worse and asunder me we'll find something to do this weekend.When we left the neighborhood and pulled out onto the freeway he put his hand on my leg and squeezed my thigh. I looked at him and smiled, he slid his hand up my leg till he reached my crotch then asked how it was doing. I spread my legs and said " it's. “Okay guys, this is what we talked about when we made our commitments to each other, and this is our chance to show Masonville, Stratford, and the rest of Texas just how good we can be. Take a deep breath, then each of you get ready to play like you’re the only Maverick standing, until they blow the last whistle.‘Whoopee ti yi yo ... git along little dogies... ‘ I sang to them, then broke for the sidelines with a herd of Mavericks hot on my tail.The Stratford band was playing their alma mater. She glanced up and grinned at me. Then she stood up straight, put the pan on the counter, tossed her oven mitts down, and came to give me a hug. "I'm glad to see you," she said, "but don't you have schoolwork to do?" "Yeah, Cindy. That's what's in this bag. Some books and stuff. I'll be back in plenty of time tomorrow if I haven't finished up." We ate about forty-five minutes later after I had washed up and had a chat with Dad in the living room. Cindy had made a meatloaf along with some mashed. "I'll be glad for them to come." I said.The wedding – what can I say? Helen wore a long, dark green, dress and looked incredible. Philippa was in a pale spring-green dress; as I said before, they could have been sisters. Helen promised to 'obey' – which I hadn't expected – when I asked later ;"What can I say? I'm an old-fashioned girl."Greg spoke briefly and movingly about working at being in love, and honesty, and facing problems together. The choir was good, as was the organist, though I was.