They were standing there, surrounded by expectant looking strangers.
One of the smaller boy strangers motioned a cup toward the new
groom who cocked his head off to the side, peering at his
new wife as they embarked on some strange game,
in a strange town, surrounded by strange folks
who surely don’t treat all new visitors with
such suspicious anticipation. “Go on,
stick your finger in this cup of
water!” little strange-boy
ordered after smirkily
taking it out of a box
that dinged as if to
signal that the whole charade would soon lose its allure.
Thank you, friend.