Tony exclaimed. Heads turned throughout Cadillac’s pool hall. I kind of slid down at our table. “A little louder, I think the folks in the restrooms missed it.” Tony was just warming up. “Ry, you’re out of your mind. You ain’t got no business getting married, we just got out of college! Besides, that chick is weird. I don’t mean because she’s blind or anything, I mean, she really is a witch. Everyone knows that.” “I know that. And I don’t care. I love her, and we’re getting married.” Tony Pallow spent the rest of the evening trying to talk me out of marrying Tanita Woicistikoviski, his arguments more desperate as the level of beer in the pitcher dropped. I nodded politely, agreed with most of his objections, but didn’t change my mind. I’d asked her on Halloween, and now, with April ending, we were going to get married on the first of May. I had an ulterior motive in telling Tony about it, though. The locals in a college town tended to clique together, and I knew if I told him, he’d tell everyone else, so no one would be surprised with the notice appeared in the paper.
