I’m standing outside the Victory giving John a hard time about his wedding plans. I’m being inconsiderate and unreasonable. John has just told me they have found a priest and a church. I’m mortified. “But John, you guys aren’t Christian and religion is evil. How can you do this?” John patiently explains about Anne’s family and their expectations. He also cites Liberation Theology as a branch of Christianity that isn’t evil. I am having none of it.
I am honoured to read at John’s wedding. I sit by the lake practicing my lines. “These days you might feel a shaft of light make its way across your face.”
John and Anne are married in Coldwater. Near the church there is a man with a foot in Coldwater. He is enshrined in a small painting, given to Wayne. My wedding gift to John and Anne is a painting on a cupboard door featuring my maternal grandfather, their cottage window, and the lake. A small tree branch is attached with a hinge.