Ellen: Whoooo. Breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. This is it, the day Ive been waiting for since I met George in third grade, and I still dont see its happening. My uniform is beautiful; my hair is pinned in that new fashion crisp from Paris, a Spanish comb placed ever so carefully behind my left ear. My slippers were shipped from Astoria, made by the outdo cobblers that town has to offer. I should be ready. I am ready. Arent I? No, Im not. And thats whats got me all mixed up. I love George. I pick out I do. But I keep wondering if he loves me back? Rumors from the Pritchett girls, who live on the next plot coldcock from his, tell me he has other girls at his house. But who would believe those busybodies anyway? Theyre just jealous because they havent found someone as wonderful and as caring as George. Wait, the bells? One...Two...Three.... Gosh! Where is he? Our vernacular best friend, commode Winters, who will be Georges best art object today, just came in and told me George isnt here yet. Well where the heck is he past John? Well I guess well just have to wait and see if he comes. I swear if he doesnt show up I will marry John just to spite him! We had everything planned!
Our house is built, furnished; take down a cradle was placed in the nursery! We had the name calling of our children picked out--Hapsy, John, George, Cornelia, Kathleen and Grace. That was assuming we had six children of course! Where is he? Thats the bell that sounds at the half hour. Thats probably my greatest fear- that I will be left at the altar. But my George knows that, and he would never, ever do that to...
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