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PART 1 — THE CUFF

I am thirty-four and Delphi is thirty-one and we were together five years before I asked her.

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I had been looking forward to that day more than I ever admitted to anybody, including her.

I did not want a big do. I want that on the record because of what people assumed afterward. I wanted the normal things. Stand at the front. Watch her come up the aisle. Eat a dinner with everybody we love. Take four hundred photographs. Dance badly. Call her my wife at eleven o’clock at night with my tie somewhere else in the building.

She knew all of that. She was not mad about the planning but she was in it.

She chose the flowers in about forty minutes flat, which I found extraordinary. She argued with me about the cake for three weeks and won. She spent most of February on whether her hair was going up or down and asked me eleven times and did not take my answer once.

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