Meredith wouldn't move a millimeter for another two hours at least.But his eyes popped open and that was that. He could lay there restless – and pro...ably arrive at the park with sore ribs or a bruised thigh where Meredith would either elbow him or knee him to get him to lay still. Or he could get up and face the world.He gave his slumbering sweetie a kiss on the forehead as he slid away from her. As always, she frowned slightly in her sleep whenever his warmth left her side. Predictably, her. " she whispered softly as the frail old man slipped the ring onto mum's outstretched finger."Yeah." was all I could manage without my voice breaking.I had to admit that the reception was good, very good indeed, no expense had been spared on the food and the vintage champagne and unlike most wedding receptions where a disco would deafen everyone, Arnold had laid on a full orchestra.There were a lot of women there who Mum and Jill knew from their prison days, some of them far more muscular than I. It was a whole pool of social activity that I had been excluded from when I walked to school, or else had ridden my bike. Most of the kids that were popular hung out in the parking lot, the others stayed in the quad at the tables that were set up there.That first day back at school, I noticed Carla hanging out with her circle of friends. She was wearing Walter's letterman's jacket again, so I was able to figure out what had happened to that box that she had dropped by my desk on the first day. I promise you, I’ve learned that lesson well and will not stray from it.’ I broke away and gave her a kiss on the cheek before retuning to Mac’s side. She was also tearing just a bit. Gavin jumped back in. ‘Let’s have a toast.’ He poured champagne and with glasses in hand, he said, ‘To the two of you. May your lives be blessed will the bounties of love, health and happiness. Maybe you can throw in a few grandchildren as well. Cheers.’ We all drank deeply as I thought about the idea of.