Chap. VI – Revealing the revel in you
We didn’t wait till the next day; I must admit the enthusiasm with which Freddie assisted us in putting up the sounds. “You still have a lot of lifeblood left in you, eh?” – I asked coyly. “You bet, Vinnie; the city isn’t a bloodsucker as yet, so I got saved from the scheduled blood tests. I haven’t been into paid sex so far; I’m marrying the only lady in my life and I got no blood-issues; it’s just that it gets on my hands sometimes. But I’m happier because the license got made under a hundred dollars.” – He answered with a broad grin and I felt something’s creepy.
It’s useless to say who wore what that night for it was an Elvis themed wedding that I came to know only when I read the note on the costumes I found lying on my bed in the hotel room. I played my favorites till my fingers cramped. A long desired break from the monotony of just synthesized sounds and I thank this creepy guy for that. The rye was good and I almost got carried away by one of the invited, but business before pleasure – it was telepathy with Joe, I believe.
Chap VII – Come the next dawn
“Vinnie, I got a couple of things to say” – Freddie’s voice rang out sharp at 9, the next morning. “The crowd wants the same disc jockey back there at Sunnyvale and Irene wants to meet you in the hotel’s pub this evening before she catches the flight to LA this time tomorrow to arrange for the bigger reception. She’s the cousin of the bride. I asked on your behalf if she has a liking for you.” – “You been spying on me, then?” – I asked, in a leery way. “Sure, that’s what a FBI man does the best.”