I’m writing this from the quiet of our hotel just off Hwy. 101 in the friendly conclave of Silicon Valley, the technology capitol of the world. (Yes, I know there are other areas that would dispute that, but that’s what makes for entertaining arguments. And Lord knows, the net is nothing if not good for conducting arguments.)
We’re taking a deep breath after the high drama of the wedding day and night. The total guest list ended up at about 80, with roughly 40 on each side of the aisle. Dad, in particular, raised the total by calling in some favors, At the last minute he cajoled folks to attend who weren’t initially on the guest list, namely his fellow school board members and the entire Rabbit Council. As for the rest, well, as I said before, now I know who my true friends are.
Dr. Caduceus is doing well. He has full feeling in all parts of his tail and will be released from the county hospital in a day or two. Another doctor has arrived in town to see his patients until he’s back on his...um...stomach. That was a freak injury he suffered, and the hospital confirmed his self-diagnosis that Fenton’s mom saved him from permanent paralysis.
For so long I’d harbored resentment against Desdemona’s incessant pressure to get me to marry her son. Of course, that pushiness was based on her fear of me finding out that she is a vampire bat. With everything out in the open now I can start a relationship with her on fresh terms.
Right now, though, Fenton and I are going to relax and enjoy our honeymoon. And I feel quite relaxed.