"It doesn't matter." Ed shrugged. "Can't think anywhere else I'd rather be."
They'd hung out a good part of the afternoon buying ribs to smoke and a brisket too. It seemed everyone was coming to this party of his. Except, Taylor, of course.

"So I guess you must really love her." Omaha nodded, remembering she'd always been alone. Sure she talked up a storm when she was with the fellow or that police officer. "I always thought she had a thing for men in uniform." He couldn't help but try to hold in a laugh. "But you better be good to her." He looked Ed in the eye.
"Well, you do the same," Ed told him he better do whatever Sheen asked of him.
Omaha sighed. "We, I think she's thinking of September to get married. I want to do it August." Of course, he wanted to go to the beach and get married in his swimming trunks. "But she's not happy about that." He shrugged. "I don't know if I'd go for a church, either. Maybe, we'll get married in Betty's backyard." He grinned. He guessed Ed didn't know that Betty was certified to perform weddings.
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