My stomach was doing flips, and I thought for sure I was gonna throw up at any moment. And if that wasn’t bad enough, my hands were shaking so bad I couldn’t put my tie on right. Oh, and to top it all off, I just screamed on my boys so bad they decided to go back to their own rooms to get dressed for the wedding. In retrospect I wish I hadn’t acted so stupid ’cause I could sure have used some company right about then. I was an emotional wreck and about ready to call off the whole thing. As I stood in front of the mirror trying to straighten my tie, I thought about Rose and the life we were about to start. Was she really the woman I wanted to marry? Up until breakfast this morning I was positive she was. At least I was until Kyle posed a question that made me doubt the reasons I was getting married. “Yo, Al, let me ask you a question,” Kyle said seriously. He hadn’t spoken all morning and had barely touched his breakfast. I hadn’t pushed the issue ’cause I figured he’d taken Lisa showing up at the hotel bar last night with her new friend badly.
