Chapter XVII
June 30, 2007
“When are you two getting married?” Mrs. Turner, an old friend of his grandmother
asked.
William and Casey were sitting at a table attending his sister, Willow's wedding
reception. They had been asked five times so far. Most came during the cocktail
hour between the wedding and the dinner. Once people were done eating and were
walking around the hall, the question started popping up again.
The way the conversations of the guests throughout the hall bounced around the room
reminded William of his high school cafeteria. He could make out a word or two but
most sounded like gibberish.
“I've asked him ten times,” Casey told the old woman. “I can't get him to commit.”
Casey had told a different story each time someone asked. She loved it when the
people seemed to take her answers seriously.
“William!” Mrs. Turner exclaimed. “You need to do right by your girlfriend.”
Casey turned to William and smirked.
“You hear that?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “You need to do right by me.”
“I told you I would, woman!” William snapped. Mrs. Turner's face turned from
friendly to shocked. Casey folded her arms in her lap and lowered her head, biting
her lip in an effort to stop herself from laughing. William knew she was trying not