Martha couldn't help staring. Abe was the cutest thing.
Seriously, a wedding was the last thing she ever thought she would see in September. Actually, anytime.
Yes, she was a busy body, but not like this.
Well, someone had to take charge of this affair. Those two really seemed to be stuck, but now the wedding march went on without a hitch and the preacher carried on quietly and quickly with the ceremony. It was done in all of five minutes, she guessed.
But it didn't make her cry. No, she had her eye on Abe. For the first time, it tugged at her heart that she wanted one. A child. A child to call her own.
She didn't want to spend weekends volunteering in a mentoring program. That might take an emotional toll on her. It was best to put this fire out now. She would soon be home, alone. Yes, she lived with her sisters and mother but she was alone. Always.
She would go back to her job. She would help those on the computer, clean old harddrives so they could be reused somewhere at CITY or COUNTY. And that wasn't even part of her real job. She did a lot more than stamp documents and listen to town meeting in her little world.
She would eat her lunch on the courthouse square like she did most times. She was a brown bagger. More thrifty than the average girl. She bought her jeans in the boys department and most of her dresses were from Good Will.
Yes, she stood out in the crowd, and she wanted to hide. And then he took her picture.
"Why did you do that?" Her fist on her hips, ready to wallop this so called photographer who was a friend of a friend of her brother's ex.
"Because, you are a part of this wedding." Garvin stayed around with her as if he might be one of the outcast, too.
Before she knew it, they were hanging out. Later there was food and then the music. Naturally, Abe came over and put his little red Chuck Taylors on top of Garvin's dark leather shoes. Yeap, he was a man good with children. Martha could tell.
"Why won't you dance with me, Uncle Garvin?" Abel wanted to know.
"Oh, I don't dance," Garvin smiled and he looked over at Martha. "See if she'll dance, and if she'll dance with you, I just might dance with her, too."
Martha sighed. Unbelievable. Of course, she would dance with Abel. And she did, even if he hugged her waist. She looked back at Garvin. No. No this could not be one of the moments where someone meets someone at a wedding and it changes their life forever.
Besides, nothing ever happened to Martha.