|From: But Not For Love|
Eleanor and Ephram, sister and brother, are both getting married on the same day. And they're each getting married to a man. With protesters, policemen and a TV news crew outside the church, inside the couples are split over what their day and their ceremony should mean, to themselves or anyone else.
Patrick, Ephram's groom, agrees with Eleanor that they all need to make a statement by getting married. But Roland, Eleanor's groom, and Ephram both just want a simple ceremony and a quiet day.
A protester outside has just thrown a rock through the stained glass window of the church, before the ceremony has even had a chance to get started, and the couples are trying to deal with it, each in their own way.
(The couples' goodbyes before going to get formally dresssed is available for viewing under the tag quote -
"There's not an ounce of romance in any one of you, is there?"
The scene immediately preceding the rock coming through the window - in which the two couples were donning their wedding finery - was a combination of two scenes available for viewing under the tag quotes -
"It's just -- the way things are going, I keep waiting for the midgets or a dancing bear to show up."
"Ephram and I would trade places with you and Eleanor in a second. Especially Ephram. You have no idea how much he longs to be invisible right now.")
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copyright 2006 by Matthew A. Everett
Another pool of light, where EPHRAM sits watching PATRICK, crouched over some broken colored glass, turning the rock over and over in his hand.
EPHRAMYou remember our first date?
PATRICKWhen I cornered you at Joyce's party, and kept telling you funny stories because I thought you had the cutest smile I'd ever seen on another human being, and I wanted to see more of it?
EPHRAMNot when we met. Our first date.
PATRICKWhen I ran into you at Pegasus a week later, before you'd gotten up the nerve to use that party napkin with my number on it, and I took you home because I was determined to peel off that faded T-shirt you were wearing, and you were too damn shy to take it off on the dance floor?
EPHRAMThe other first date.
PATRICKOh, the one where we planned to be together ahead of time, on purpose?
PATRICKI remember what it felt like holding your hand in public.
EPHRAMWe had gloves on.
PATRICKYour hand was in there. So was mine.
EPHRAMIt was dark. It was a side road. Completely deserted.
PATRICKBut there we were, walking down the street hand in hand.
EPHRAMNo skin to skin contact. Bundled up in about five layers of clothing each.
PATRICKAnd I still got a hard-on.
PATRICKWe finally let ourselves do what other people did in public when they like each other.
EPHRAMWhen no one was watching.
PATRICKGotta start somewhere. Got to see that smile again.
EPHRAMAnd then we turned the corner onto another street.
PATRICKRestaurants, bars. People spilling out onto the sidewalk, into the street.
EPHRAMA well-lit street.
PATRICKDid you pull away first?
EPHRAMWe both did. Same moment. It was instinct.
PATRICKWe are nothing if not well trained.
EPHRAMI refused to walk apart from you, though.
EPHRAMYou think anyone else did?
PATRICKLet 'em. I wasn't gonna let anything happen to you.
EPHRAMI didn't do it for safety.
PATRICKI'm not saying you couldn't handle yourself.
EPHRAMNo, I mean, I know that. I did it... I was just tired of feeling alone, like I always had to carry it all myself. I wanted to be part of a team.
PATRICKYou found one.
EPHRAMSo how did we get from there to here?
PATRICKWe sent out invitations.
EPHRAM pulls a blue party napkin with a phone number carefully scrawled on it out of his pocket.
PATRICK sets the rock down and fingers the blue paper.
PATRICK (cont'd)This was about six cell phones ago.
copyright 2006 by Matthew A. Everett