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Monday, April 29, 2013

Boobala Darling Wins A Cruise-A Fictional Story-6

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Hanging In The Balance: A Dismal Moment

Boobala had decided to start putting some money away every week out of her allowance. Her determination paid off. Now the money would come in handy for wedding expenses. She knew that the marriage license would cost $35.00 and that she needed money to buy an outfit, get make-up, pluck her brows, cut her hair, do nails and a whole bunch of other stuff as well.

First and foremost, she needed to get her birth certificate. She knew where the key to the strong box was. Mildred always hid it under the doily under the living room lamp. She and Harry had to appear in person with their birth certificates and a witness to apply for their marriage license at the City Clerk’s office in Manhattan. She was afraid to go to the City Clerk in Brooklyn, thinking that someone might recognize the name as the store was well-known. She wanted to make sure that she wouldn’t bump into someone who might know her. There was no need for them to take a blood test, since it wasn’t required in the State of New York.

Boobala felt sad that she was not going to have a splendid traditional wedding like her friend Myrtle, who looked so beautiful in her white veil and gown, wearing the most impressive engagement and wedding ring she had ever seen in her life. Boobala was her maid of honor. She couldn’t believe that it was only 2 weeks ago that Myrtle got married. What a real sweet guy her husband Samuel was. Boobala thought she looked elegant in her dress. Boobala had lost some weight, but none of the young men at the reception even looked at her once. She felt like a wallflower, sitting the whole evening. ‘Maybe if I had worn some make-up it would have helped, but then I would have had to deal with mama’s remarks. Thank God I didn’t have to wear those horrible dark rimmed glasses.’ she said to herself. She remembered how difficult it was to convince mama to let her get contact lenses for the occasion.

Boobala, feeling a little jealous of Myrtle, said out loud: “Why do some people always have all the luck in the world? They’re talented, they’re beautiful and they end up with the best men in their life. Me, what do I have? I’m an inheritor to a vast fortune and now I am sneaking around like a thief in the night.” It was making her miserable. She hated her life.

Boobala and Harry had been bickering on and off for days before getting their marriage license. Harry wanted to go to City Hall and get married there. Boobala was against it. She didn’t feel like sitting until their number was called and then having to rush through the ceremony. She finally persuaded him to go to the Justice of Peace, where they had some ceremonies to choose from at different prices. She was hoping to have “The Blessing of the Rings Ceremony,” which would seal the vows that they would make to each other. It also symbolized living together in unison, love and bliss for the rest of their lives. Harry discouraged her, saying “It’s too expensive, forget about it.”

‘Why is she making a big deal out of this, she should be lucky I’m marrying her. What a pain in my butt she’s becoming.’ he thought. He wanted this act to be over and finished so he could rightfully stake his claim to her inheritance as her husband.

Boobala started to sulk. She was so tired of Harry’s famous expression: “Forget about it.” He didn’t want to please her in anything. She felt cheated out of life and didn’t like the feeling she was getting about the wedding, Harry, and everything else in her life. She didn’t even have a honeymoon to look forward to, just that roach infested apartment that Uncle Jake got for them. If she didn’t love Harry so much, she would have ended the whole thing. So they were to have a quick and simple ceremony at the Justice of the Peace for $250.00, which Uncle Jake as usual ended up paying for, since he wasn’t going to be present.

Now that the marriage license had been stamped, they had to wait 24 hours before they could be legally married.

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