"I needed you, Sue."
"Well, you've got me now, Johnny."
"What do we do next, Sue?"
"First, we get that paper from Quantum and, since you're all right, we'll sign the release for them. Second, we get married on Saturday, just as we originally planned. Third, we'll see - but, Johnny?"
"Yes?"
"You're all right?"
"Couldn't be better, Sue. Now we're together, everything's fine."
16
It wasn't a formal wedding. Less formal than they had originally planned and fewer guests. No one was there from Quantum, for instance. Susan had pointed out, quite firmly, that that would be a bad idea.
A neighbor of Susan 's had brought a video camera to record the proceedings, something that seemed to John to be the height of schlock, but Susan had wanted it.
And then the neighbor had said to him with a tragic shrug, "Can't get the damn thing to turn on. You'd think they'd give me one in working order. I'll have to make a phone call." He hastened down the steps to the pay phone in the chapel lobby.
John advanced to look at the camera curiously. An instruction booklet lay on a small table to one side. He picked it up and leafed through the pages with moderate speed, then. put it back. He looked about him, but everyone was busy. No one seemed to be paying attention to him.
He slid the rear panel to one side, unobtrusively, and peered inside. He then turned away and gazed at the opposite wall thoughtfully. He was still gazing even as his right hand snaked in toward the mechanism and made a quick adjustment. After a brief interval he put the rear panel back and flicked a toggle switch.
The neighbor came bustling back, looking exasperated. "How am I going to follow directions I can't make head or - " He frowned, then said, "Funny. It's on. It must have been working all the time."
17
"You may kiss the bride," said the minister, benignly, and John took Susan in his arms and followed orders with enthusiasm.
Susan whispered through unmoving lips, "You fixed that camera. Why?"
He whispered back, "I wanted everything right for the wedding."
She whispered, "You wanted to show off."
They broke apart, looking at each other through love-misted eyes, then fell into another embrace, while the small audience stirred and tittered.
Susan whispered, "You do it again, and I'll skin you. As long as no one knows you still have it, no one will stop you. We'll have it all within a year, if you follow directions."
"Yes, dear," whispered Johnny, humbly.