take it to the limit

Liz knew it was asking a lot. Unfortunately, she knew she was like that. But Munro was there to the rescue.

First it was only going to be that night when her apartment flooded. But  when she found how they wanted to go up on her rent, and she didn't have renter's insurance, Liz was permanently planted with Munro.

And now she'd brought him to her sister's huge wedding. She bowed out of being a bride's maid last minute since there was just so much going on with that apartment. Or so she said. She couldn't  help but be mysterious. It was her sister's time. Of course, she guessed she really did stand out as the black sheep of the family.

Everyone wanted to know about Munro.

What could she say about him?

1. Crocheting was his hobby. His mother had taught him, and he thought it was therapeutic. He actually belonged to a crochet group of old ladies at church who made blankets for those in need.

2. Munro was a very shy but a sweet individual.

3. Liz knew he didn't get out much. And yeah, he was kind of a freak. But he had a good heart. Even though, no one would probably ever see it, because he did his best to blend. Of course, with the size of Munro, who couldn't see him coming?

4. Then there was this other thing that she wasn't too proud of. Yes, she'd slept with Munro. Just once. That first night when she got drunk and told him everything about her, Kip and every other thing, that was bringing her down.

But, no one really needed to know these things now, but her.

Of course, he cried at the wedding. She hated to laugh, but she couldn't help it. Really, she couldn't see her sister staying with the groom. But who was to judge? Look where she'd gotten herself into? Married. Separated. And here with Munro.

"He's so disgusting." Her sister informed her at the reception hall. It was as if Liz had brought her own pet, and he was pooping all over everything with his dancing and drinking. It was suddenly a frat party with him around. Everyone was actually having fun.

"No, he's not." Liz sighed. She would some how have to endure this til the end. She guessed. It wasn't often she was around her hippie parents who generally wanted to travel as much as possible. Thankfully, it was the groom's parents who had taken care of the up scale, up tight wedding.

"What about that other guy?" Her sister questioned.

"What other guy?" Liz acted as if there was no Kip. Never had been, even if she were legally married to him.

"God, Liz, you're never going to grow up, are you?" Her sister scowled. Liz bit into a carrot from the buffet and ignored her sister. It didn't really matter, she kept reminding herself. And then she saw Munro who was a one man show on that dance floor. He was amazingly graceful. Liz just smiled. She went to join him. It was contagious. He really was the life of the party.