Sunday, September 21, 2003

6.00 p.m.

L's father gets up to speak. He weaves a half-hour tale that spans twenty-three years, cracking jokes along the way and eliciting more than a few aahs. When he sits down I get up to say my thanks and then it's Chris's turn to crack jokes, though he manages it in considerably less time than the previous speaker. There are champagne toasts and we cut the cake.

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