Emily adjusted her dress irritably in the foyer. "I don't get it... where did Uncle Abe find that... that... harlot?" Deena, Em's Maid of Honor, giggled. "Deep thoughts, there, bridie dear -- just relax, have fun." Elderly couples ambled by, pausing to offer their congratulations. "Each time I see him, he attains a new low," Em muttered, but she smiled as she waved to her grandparents.
"Okay," thought Chip, "we're almost done. Effigies come later; for now, smile and nod."
Abe, as was his custom, passed out in the Men's Room shortly after the cake was served.
"Dubya's just what this coutry needs," slurred Chip's Dad to anyone who would
listen. "'E's not afraid to do what he wants, when he wants, to who he wants,
when he... oh, wait." Deena giggled and tried, unsuccessfully, to hide it.
"Decency, that's what this country needs. I remember, in my day..." "Entertaining,
Dad, really," interjected Chip. "Jeez, give it a rest."