It had been a total disaster. But nobody seemed to be taking it any serious. So, if that's the way they want it to be, I just gonna say this story once and then shut my big mouth and stop obsessing about it. I went to a wedding last weekend. Not something extravagant nor super important either. Still, one of my best friends wedding, and I had to be there and be happy for her. She had already been married in the past, but the unfortunate deceased could'nt make it for long. Indeed, he died pretty soon, leaving her alone with no child to care after. So, Kathy met the new guy and it wasn't even a year before deciding to get married again. Now, me and Kathy know each other for a couple of decades, so we talk about everything and nothing and we both know our lives to the single detail. That's how I knew that the ex- had warned her not to marry again, you know, in case he would die. He might have known it all along. Eventually, he did die after all, as I have mentioned earlier, and Kathy did marry again, as you'll see later on. So. You may well be thinking what's going on. I did too and that's why I tried to convince her to stop it before it would be too late. I didn't mind her petty affairs. She used to go out with other men even during her first marriage, and her now dead husband didn't seem to mind either. After all, what would we chat about if she hadn't been the way she is. But to go against a dead man's will was beyond justification. And to marry again!
I made all my good reasons clear to her the night before the happy event. I said: ''Kathy, don't do this." And: "Kathy, you are stupid if you think you are gonna get away with this." And:"Kathy, have sex if you wish so, you 're still so young, but forget marriage, not good for you any more {you know, about the curse stuff and everything},just have sex and forget all about it." "For good, Kathy." And she said: "Mary, you are stupid." And: "Mary, are you out of your mind?". And: "Mary, I' ve bought a great wedding dress, I'm not gonna waste it all for your stupid crying, I should never have mentioned the damned curse to you anyway, stop bothering me with silly thoughts, you ain't never gonna get married, you are fat and repulsive and noone ever is going to propose anything nice to you, why am I listening anyways, go to hell, Mary". So to marry I let her.
To be honest, she was great in that stupid white dress too. That's what everybody had to say next day's afternoon, and it was the truth. But what happened after a couple moments of ceremony was unspeakable. I saw it, the guests saw it, even the priest saw it. I'm sure they all did. Why they kept on with the rest of it, I really cannot tell. The damned dress was bleeding. It started doing so by the very beginning, when the bride's maid put the rings in their fingers. That meant, at least in their religious culture, that they were officially engaged. And the dress started to bleed. My first thought was that, was this dress stained or what. But nobody spoke a word and , what is worse, nobody seemed to notice. And the bleeding continued and I was really worried. By the time their wedding ribbon crowns were placed on their heads, the garment was all red and creased from the wetness and the temperature of the blood. Nevertheless, Kathy was standing proud beside her new husband, all flooding in crimson, while the priest was getting a bit acrobatic, so as not to step on the hot liquid that was now pouring freely on the floor of the church. So there was a bride, totally covered in blood , a groom,totally stupid and a full church, blindly happy for the couple's unity. I was seated in the front row, so I left before the end of the ceremony. It was not that everyone seemed to ignore what was happening; it was also the sight of the creamy substance, floating down the stairs of the altar up to our very feet that made me turn around and run away.
In the end I saw them one by one coming out, with stained shoes, expressing their delight for the superbly conducted marriage. I was stunned. I felt sick. Too weak to argue. All I could do was keep my eyes on the dirt that their blood covered feet were getting. An old aunt of Kathy's had such stains even round the lower rim of her skirt. For a moment I thought that she was proudly showing them off to some other relatives.This was just beyond nausea. Still, I had to wait. So, there came Kathy in the end of the line. No doubt, she was the epitomy of pride. She walked in full respect, acknowledged by everyone and passed over my presence. As she was making her preposterous exit and her figure was dissappearing in the distant horizon, a red carpet was unfolding behind her, a carpet of moist and mud and, of course, blood. The guests were divided in two sraight rows, carefully walking on the right and left side of the carpet, solemly avoiding to step on it.
It's been almost a week and from this moment on I am definitely going to forget the whole event and never mention it again. I am a bit worried though, as I know that I will have to face Kathy sooner or later, and I really cannot tell whether I'll be able to keep my promise and have my mouth shut. I guess that from this point onwards I'll just have to pretend that no wedding ever took place.
A. M.
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