"Hello." His voice
is rough, grizzled from sleep. I should have called a bit later, I know how he
loves his Saturday morning lie-ins.
"Dan - it's me, Jen."
"Hey little sis,
how are you?"
"Fine. Actually,
more than fine. I've got some news. Or should say, we've got some news. Ruth
and I."
"Oh?" Dan sounds
a little uncertain, as he often is when I mention Ruth's name. But he's my
brother, and I love him, so I plough on, ignoring his hesitancy.
"We're getting
married."
"What?"
"We're getting
married. Going for the works, white wedding, big cake and a party. We want a big
party. And I want you to give me away."
"What?"
"Ruth's got her
parents, I don't. I have you. I want you to do it." There is silence at
the end of the phone. "Dan?"
Still silence. Then:"People like you don't get married."
"What's that
supposed to mean?"
"Lesbians, gays,
whatever the correct term is these days." His venom is startling. I
thought we'd got over this.
"Dan!"
"Don't get me
wrong Jen, I'm happy for you. I really am. Ruth's nice enough. I can see she
makes you happy..." I say nothing.
He continues, now he has started, it's clear he wants to get this off
his chest. "It's not right, though is it? Two women marrying each other.
Marriage is for a man and a woman. It just doesn't make sense otherwise."
I think of marshalling
some arguments. About Equality. Justice. Love. But I can sense he is only just getting
going. I don't think I can bear it. So I hang up the phone and return to the
living room where Ruth is Ruth, wise, compassionate, kind. But even she cannot
alleviate this hurt. Not now, anyway. Dan is my only brother. His kids, my only
family. If they turn their backs on me now, what will I become? I cannot
explain this to Ruth entirely, Ruth who is so central to her parents and
siblings, so loved, so accepted. She does her best, but she's never known what
this feels like: to be outside the fold, excluded from the love you believed would
last. I thought Dan had got over this. Clearly, I was wrong.
But, after a long run,
through the puddled park, the yellow-orange leaves drifting about me like
blossom, and a hot bath filled with rose-scented bubbles, I feel better. Sod
Dan. Sod him. Ruth and I are getting married. The day we never thought possible
is going to be ours. I set about planning with a vengeance.
*******
"Auntie Jen?"
The call wakes me at six,
"Finn! What are
you doing up so early?" It is unusual to say the least, and to be honest,
I could have done with the extra hour in bed.
"School trip to
Germany. We're leaving in a bit, but I had to call. When I found out. I had
to."
"Found out
what?"
"About your
wedding. I saw it on Facebook and asked Dad."
"Ah."
"He's a tool,
Auntie Jen. A total tool."
"I'd say respect
your father, but on this..."
"I'll do it."
"What."
"Give you away."
My eyes prick with tears.
"Won't you get in
trouble with your Dad?"
"I won't tell if
you won't." I smile; I've always appreciated Finn's rebellious streak, it reminds
me of my own teenage naughtiness.
"You're on."
"Great. I know
it's cheesy, but I do love a white wedding."
"Who was
that?" asks Ruth, sleepily as I hang up. I explain. "Thank God for
the youth of today," she says. I smile, the warmth stealing through me.
She drifts back off to sleep, allowing me to lie and gaze, and gaze at her beautiful
face. We are going to be married. I will have someone from my family to support
me. I am content.
On the morning of our
wedding I wake alone, but I don't mind. We're embracing every aspect of the
white wedding experience, including traditional pre-wedding separation. Now as I stretch out in the unfamiliar bed, I
simultaneously long for her presence and am filled with excitement at the day
ahead. I send her a text: Let's get
married today Her reply returns immediately: It's a
date. I smile, and step into the shower.
The morning is a
whirlwind of activity. Angie, Flick and Sue arrive to help with hair, make-up
and flowers. Last minute checks are made at the venue. Eddy arrives with salmon
and champagne for a light lunch. Finn and his girlfriend Ally pitch up just as
I've put the finishing touches to my dress.
"Auntie Jen, you
look gorgeous." He gives me a kiss.
"So do you."
The little boy I once babysat, has suddenly become, in top hat and tails, a
handsome young man. The others pile off
to the hotel in two cars, and Finn and I are left alone.
"How are you
feeling?" he asks.
"Nervous, happy,
excited." I don't say that I wish his Dad was here. It's brilliant he's
stepped up for me, but I wish he was Dan nonetheless. "Thanks for being
here."
He squeezes my arm, "My pleasure," and then looking at his watch, "Shall we?" We walk out to the waiting White Bentley, decorated with white ribbon, a bouquet of pink roses in the back. I am off to marry the woman I love - nothing else matters.
He squeezes my arm, "My pleasure," and then looking at his watch, "Shall we?" We walk out to the waiting White Bentley, decorated with white ribbon, a bouquet of pink roses in the back. I am off to marry the woman I love - nothing else matters.
The journey is short.
We pull up outside the front of the red-brick hotel. The sun is glowing yellow
in a bright blue sky. It's a perfect day for it. We walk into the hallway,
where Ruth is standing with her parents. I catch my breath. This is the first time
I've seen her in her dress: it is a simple white silk that hugs are willowy
figure and brings out the colour in her cheeks. She looks stunning. I blow her
a kiss. She blows one back. The guests are already seated, and now it is time
for Ruth to walk down the aisle ahead of me. I watch her glide to the front,
conscious of how lucky I am. I am about to start my own walk with Finn, when
someone taps me on the shoulder.
"Hey little
sister," It is Dan. Unbelievably, it is Dan. "My job I think,"
he says to Finn. I am about to protest, but Finn just grins and says, "Go
for it." Dan takes my arm.
"Sorry. I've been
a plonker."
"You have."
"Start
again?" I look up at my big brother, seeing the sincerity of his apology in his eyes. I
look down the aisle where Ruth is waiting for me with the biggest smile on her
face. I nod. It's a nice day for it, after all.
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