"Today's The Day." Pablo said as he put on his tie.
"I still can't believe you are getting married." I said.
"Ready?" Pablo asked, now fully dressed in his rented suit.
"Yea." I said.
"Just don't get radiation on my bride." He joked.
"Dude, that stuff left my body last month." I reminded him. It felt good to be back in New York.
Ring. Ring. Pablo's cell phone rang.
"Mr. Santiago, your limousine is outside." The caller said.
Pablo and I hurried down stairs. Instantly we saw the saw the limo. It was long and black.
The driver stepped out and opened the door for Pablo. He was short and had a cabbage shaped head. "I am Larry, here to repay a priceless dept on your most important day."
"I thought you died in the explosion." Pablo said, shocked.
Larry lifted his pant leg. "Only my left leg died." He had a prosthetic.
Pablo got inside the limo. "I'll follow in my car." I shouted.
Larry got in the car and pulled away. I followed him to St. Patrick's Cathedral. Miranda's limo pulled up behind us. Martha was driving. I hurried inside, not to delay the wedding.
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The Call
Science Fiction"Movies keep it fake, To us its a line. Expect a call, Today around nine."
