Van

Wearing my suit with our marriage license in the breast pocket of my suit coat, I went to the front door. “Are you ready for the ladies?” I asked Albert.

He lifted a large manila envelope. “Yes. This came special delivery to the front gate. The driver wanted to be sure you had it before the wedding.”

I took the envelope. “Before the wedding?”

I turned it over, looking for a name. “Did they say who it’s ...