do you join." Took a bit of convincing, but Heather helped there. She has an in with the preacher's Boss.
Mel and I are on our Honeymoon. We changed no plans; she always wanted to go to Disneyland (not DisneyWorld; Disneyland--the original Magic Kingdom). She's like a little kid floating about through the various "lands" and sitting next to me on the rides. That's earned us some funny looks. See, Heather fixed it so nobody can see Melody but me on our trip to this kid's paradise. Keeps the little momsers from having nightmares about "ghostie ladies." People just sort of naturally avoid her space anyway. Makes for unusual empty spots on the crowded Disneyland rides.
We're staying in a nice hotel in Anaheim and we keep in touch with all of our buds. Duck, Heather, and even Stan called to wish us well. Melody's mom, still technically in mourning, phoned several times to shmooze her daughter. We disconnected the room's phone after the 12th call. We have two more days here before we return to the Seven Counties. Duck tells me I have a couple of lucrative cases waiting for me.
Let 'em wait. I'm having the time of my life with the girl I love. Our days are spent in joyous celebration and our nights are . . .
Our nights are none of your business.