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Chapter 3 of for better of worse, this is the truth.

“Damn Dick, you look better then me.” Jeff said as we were picking out our tuxes. Neither of us wore tux except on certain events. The policemen’s ball, memorial services for one of the past on cops, and weddings. So my tux, which I’ve had sins I was a graduate out of college, was tighter than hell. The same went for Jeff’s. “Nah. You’re the groom. I’m a step up to you. Jeff I have some life shattering news.” Jeff’s eyes bugged out. “What? You cant be the best man?” I laughed. “No. Something worse.” He went pail. I smiled. “Jeff, we’re getting old and fat.” Jeff nearly fainted. I laughed so hard tears came to my eyes. “You sonofabitch!” Jeff swore at me. He smiled and went to change out of his tux. I did the same. When we came out and purchased our close, we actually paid two hundred each for these tuxes, we stopped off at a café and got a bite. “Dick I swear to God if you do that to me one more time!” We laughed. “Don’t worry Jeff. Everything is going to be fine. Unless,” I held back. Jeff was alert. “Unless what?” “Unless Glorya finds some thin punk kid to marry.” I laughed. Jeff threw a dinner roll at my head. We both laughed. “You know Dick, I’m really scared about this.” Jeff said. I nodded. “I mean I can take on a cereal killer with a bomb under Times Square. That doesn’t scare me one bit. But getting married, that’s scary.” He laughed lightly and finished his cola. I could partially understand his being scared or nerves. But sins I’ve never had the privilege to get married I wouldn’t know. We finished our drinks and food and left, Jeff to his place to finish the arrangements for the wedding and me to my place to work on my best man speech. I had ten index cards to write my speech on, and with five of them already written on I was close to being don early. I was opening the door when my phone rang. I picked it up just before the machine could.
Phone conversation:
~Dick~ Hello?
~On the other line~ ~sighlens~
~Dick~ Hello?
~On the other line~ Uh…Dick.
~Dick~ Who is this?
~On the other line~ Frank.
I hung up the phone. He wasn’t sorted out. I knew that. Besides we were through. He made that clear. I finished my speech half and hour later then slumped on the couch in front of the TV. Threes company was heaven for me.



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