Right inside the car, I was pressing the marriage certificate flat to make sure it didn't fold.

Shortly before we arrived at home, I tapped Donal on his thigh.

“Donal, we didn't even cut a cake.” I poured out. My eyes blinked.

“We will; let us get home first.” Donal responded.

“Have you forgotten?” I asked.

“Forgotten what?” Donal asked. With a bit of shock on his face.

“There's no food in the house. Even the refrigerator is almost empty. Only a few malts and red wines ...