”Sung Hee, what about you? In or out?” “In. None of you girls is more woman than I am!” Sung Hee laughed. Carol then took control of the sit...ation, which she often did. “Any volunteers?” She looked at the three other women, who just looked nervously at each other. Carol walked to the kitchen and brought back a small bowl and a piece of paper and a pen. “We’ll do this by chance then. OK, I’m going to write the numbers one through four on these slips of paper and then fold them and put them in. Ew.”It was unintentionally a Yin-Yang-themed wedding with the Elven side like a bouquet of white roses sitting in a beautiful garden, and the Demon family, all black, their aura of decay withering their side of the garden into a bog of dead weeds. Even the left side of the flowery arch was being corrupted by the groom’s presence at the altar.“Am I pronouncing it right? Rimmon?” Elder Gwydion, the man who was supposed to be in Aranel's corner, was stuttering in subservience next to the. Abby had thought maybe she was a previous lover or one of the people who couldn't see past the wheel chair and had turned him down. Martin put his arms out to hug Lillith, they hugged and slapped each others back. He turned to Abby recognizing the confused look on her face and told her who Lillith was. They all three chatted as the rest of the group filed out until they were all that was left. The wait staff cleaned up and began resetting the tables as Martin and Lillith talked about . "I love making you happy, Henry," I said."Ah my little chickadee," Henry said in his rather bad W.C. Fields voice, "Every Sunday you fill the cockles of my heart with a purple flame." Oh Henry," I said, prying his fingers from my breasts and maneuvering my bottom away from the tent in his pants. "You're such a poet." It's all because of you," Henry said."You sit down, dear Henry," I said. "I'll fix your plate. "Someone's moving in," I told him as we began to eat."What?" Henry said, putting his.