At about seven on the Monday before the actual marriage ceremony, Ditzy rushed over to the house to deliver her great news. She touched down right pitside the door and and on way in, hit her right side against the doorframe. "Woah, Ditzy!" I said, standing from my place at the table. Across from me, Dashie stood up too, also looking rather worried.

    "Guess what!" she said, smiling widely. "Guess!"

    "Uh... um..." I stammered, surprised at the randomness of her arrival. "Does of have to do with Friday?" I shrugged.

    "Well, kinda," she giggled. "I sold the house!"

    "Wait, you sold it already?" I smiled. "Nice!"

    Dashie interrupted. "Woah, wait, where are you going to stay?"

    Oh yeah, I forgot. I hadn't told Dashie about what would happen after the marriage. "Dang, uh... okay, um... after Friday, we were either going to live in Ditzy's house or this one -"

    "And we just figured you'd want to stay in the house you'd had before," Ditzy finished.

    Dashie looked confused. Then she brightened up. "Oh, yeah, I got it."

    I looked back at her. She really did seem fine with it, but, uh... I couldn't be certain. She did have an excellent poker face. I would ask her about it later. Now, though, I tried to figure out what to do. After all, we both had to be at work in, like, an hour. I turned to Ditzy. "Do you want to stay for breakfast?"

    "No," she replied, "I have to finish my mail route. But you two can come over to my house for dinner, okay? It'll be the last dinner I'll have in the house." She smiled. "It would be nice to spend it with my soon-to-be family."

    I smiled. "Do you have anything to do tonight, Dashie?" I asked across the table.

    "Actually, I dont," she replied, smiling politely, "not tonight. Tomorrow, I will, though."

    "Well, then I guess we'll meet up tonight."

    I didn't see either Dashie or Ditzy all day, at least until dinner. After work, Dashie probably went off with her friends, but I returned home to work on chapter eight. I would turn it in Saturday night, when Ditzy and I came back from our honeymoon. *SQUEE* That one thought just put me I'm a happy mood for the rest of the day. I went about my writing humming, and finished the chapter quicker than I thought. Plus, I thought it was well-written. Bonus!

    I headed over to Ditzy's at about six. The sun was about to set, and I saw Ditzy's over the horizon, lightly colored with reds and oranges by the sun. I knocked twice and Dashie answered the door. "Oh!" I said, surprised. "You're here early."

    "Yeah, I got here about an hour ago. What happened to you?"

    "I - wait, what have you been doing this whole time?"

    "Talking with Ditzy."

    I was a bit confused. At the risk of being rude, I decided to get the question that had been annoying me out of my mind. "Did you work it out?"

    "Actually," she said, "I guess - I guess it would be nice to try again -"

    I leaned over and hugged her. "That's great, Dashie. I really am glad." I pulled away and looked onto her eyes. They were rose mainly, with a maroon halo encircling the pupil. "You have beautiful eyes," I said, smiling.

    "Thanks, Dad... but what does that have to do with -" She stopped.

    "Nothing." I walked through the doorway. "Nothing at all."

    It was a nice day, and a nice dinner. Dashie was more participative than I'd seen her at other dinners like this. I'm glad my family dream was almost there. Almost.

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