Malkimn's Decision For Pamala: Death For Life?-The Wedding Days.

The Initial Plan To Date For Marriage Restlessness Failed Unexpectedly To Plans

Chapter One

Sunday, September the 1st, In the Year of 1985

"It's Sunday, September the 1st in the year of 1985." I straitened my bridesmaid dress. It was caught in a crack in the table and the hem frayed a little. "Cheep wedding dress," I muttered under my breath.

The wedding was going as planned except for the fact that we seem to have been experiencing a strange invisible force in the air against us. Possibly due to the weather being such an eerie hush in the entire city. There is something going to happen today. I feel it in my bones.

I cannot imagine any bad outcome that will be caused upon the future depending on the outcomes of what will happen today. No telling what this will spring forth in the morrow.

The wedding is just going to take about 2 hours of this afternoon. Preparation time will be 30 minutes before and after. It will be costing us a good 3 hours total maximum including the pictures and the reception. Who knows I may even take a nap on the pew and stay at church all day?

First its worship then bible class, then the 3 hours of the wedding, next bible class then worship, finally we're home. And Pamala and Malkimn will take their honeymoon soon after but not this week. By then we'll all be home and working on our jobs.

The stillness over the city is impossible to ignore. I had terrible dreams about it all. I dreamed Pamala married an ideal role model and it happened so sugar sweet clean that I wanted to puke. I don't really know what it all may mean. I guess it doesn't matter. Malkimn really is a role model.

If we only knew what we we're up against. It's as if we have all been...seeming...or is it...we all assume the same thing...or are seeming to have been assuming...or is that assuming...or is that we certainly assume...or is it...the same thing...well definitely...it has nothing to do with the wedding.

I must have gotten a broken record in my head. Everything seems fine and dandy. I guess it's the cold feet. Pamala is so nervous too. It seems I let my grip slip on a glass and it slipped out of my hands. It didn't break-I guess it was a tumbler glass. They must have used the church silverware too.

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So I calm her down. Only it seems this force has gotten me a need to calm down too. As I calm her down you can feel the ice break. "You know Pamala." I say to her, "This day represents the beginning to a new life for you and Malkimn. I think it's brave for you to...did I say brave...I meant it's going to be a challenge for two to become one...as for all."

I cannot seem to predict the outcome of my misspeaking today. As I wonder what all of this could mean. I seem to get preoccupied with the wedding preparations. It is happening so fast-as in a blur.

I never know why I misspeak in the strangest times. "In my mind it is impossible to get this wrinkle out of the hem of this skirt...oh; it's manufactured that way...whatever." I wonder why this fabrics wrinkles so easily too. As I turn to leave I stop in my tracks. Then I see someone. As I then know who it is. Oh, of course it's her.

Then I turn to Pamala. "Like I was saying...a little while before now...this is a big step for you and Malkimn...as I sense our fear is only but cold feet...cold feet that is...what's it even for...'a need to invent a foot warmer'."

"You're going to ruin the pictures if you don't keep crying for joy," I say, "This broach is ruined...I'll just throw it away after the wedding...it was expensive...just think...if you like being a bride then you can have a lot of vow reunion ceremonies...next time you may spend more on it though...after all when else would a Christian decide to be married but Sunday afternoon between cervices."