I'll present them in a somewhat logical order, even though they came in a much more chaotic fashion. I'll leave out the dialogues around the particula...ly stupid questions, such as "Are you glad to see your family?" Sheesh!"Are you really Mark?" Are you asking the body or the mind?" Ahh..." The mind!" yelled a more mentally flexible reporter.I answered, "The mind is Mark." How will you prove it?" I haven't thought about that. My families know I'm Mark from talking to me and I'm too busy getting. Their conversation was loving, gentle, and filled with the hidden mysteries of two people who love one another so much they have lost contact with the entire world, except what immediately surrounds them. It was later than most evenings, they had worked longer than usual. It was getting dark. The night sounds had started. It was a calm warm ending to a beautiful day. Clem had finished and was sitting leaning toward Sarah talking softly as she finished the last part of her cookie. Out of the. Marty had kissed her and said that while they didn’t have family and friends here, it was still their special day and he wanted her to feel that she was a beautiful bride.He was happy to marry her as she was, but he understood that brides liked to be pampered on their special day. He reminded her that he would see her at eleven o’clock in the wedding room. Mrs Bell, the celebrant’s wife, would meet her in the room to help her dress at ten o’clock.The bouquet should be delivered no later than. I loved the cake, by the way," she said, and turned to leave. "But, you didn't have the cake," said the bride."Oh, but I did," she said, and left them on that cryptic note. The bride and the groom sat in silence, swallowing down the last bits of their respective cake, having fed the bulk to each other playfully, turning green, and not with envy.All of the guests failed to notice the telltale sloppy hole in the cake that told the true story; that Vicki had blown a huge, gooey, steaming wad into.