Book3:WereMyDreamIs (第285/327页)

ingtoughterandhandgwhenthegroombenthisheadtokisshisblushingbride.MusicstruckupagainasMr.O’Brian,withNovelonhisarm,walkedbackdowntheaisletowardstheentrahechurchamidwhistles,gofhandsandtossingofrice,fetti,rosepetalsandweddingpoppers.Theybeganrunningdowepsofthechurchasthetossingbecamemorous,quicklygotintothefleetofcarswaitingatthefroranddroveaway…Theguestsmingledforawhileandtheinanorderlymannerwhentheirnameswerecalledastheircarsweresentoverfromtheparkinglotacctothetimeoftheirarrival.Elenadidnotleavewiththebridalparty.MakingherwayaroundthegardenasMarkdid,shereachedthebatrandenteredherassigrailer.

    Outofrespectfodandthesanctityofthechurovel’sfleetofcarsdroveawayslowlyandsolemnlyinpletesilenceforquiteadistancebeforelettinglooseandalltwelvecarsbredtheirhorhusiasticallyinjoyfubandoinganoisybuthappy,fiesta-likeatmosphere,muchlikethewaytheesepeoplecelebratetheirLunarNewYearbylightingupalongstringoffirecrackers.Thebridalfleetdrovebackthewaytheycame,followedcloselybythecarsoftheVIPguests.Thecrowdsofonlookerswereagaiedtoafreecarshowandhadaneye-fulloftheparadeofname-brandluxurycarsfromdifferenttries,rareenoughtocauseasensationwheheyappeared.DimitrikhenthatNovel‘sweddingceremonyhadendedandtheguestswereallleavingthechurch.Stuacrowdofgawkingonlookersbehindstrictlyenforcedpolicesecuritylines,hewasrestlessasaahottinroof,knowingthatasedceremonywasabouttobegin.Thiswasthestrangeandunheardofweddingwheresixteeiesweremarryihesamegroom.Ifhedidnotappearintimeforit,thebeautieswouldbeextremelydisappointedanddeeplyembarrassedbybeingjiltedatthealtar,whichwassomethinghedidnotwanttohappehinking,“Inmylifetime,Ihavebrokenthroughmanyphysidpsychologicalboundaries,suchasdreamsay,richesandpoverty,blindnessandsight...Ithoughttherewasnothinginthisworldthatcouldbindmyfleshbody.ButnowIamstoppedbyawhiteropesetbythepolicethatIotleapover…”

    “Hey,KingDimitri,don’tworry”fortedCreativity.“I’llwalkaroundahereisaspotsomewherethatwegetthrough.”

    “Don’tbother”repliedDimitrismilingwryly.“It’sahopelessendeavorbecauseIhavethisfleshbodythatotescapedete.HowIenvythetwoofyouwhohavenofleshbodyandthereforehideintheair.Becauseyoutwohavenofleshbodyyoudonothavetodealwiththetroublesthatewithit,suchasaging,illnessesah.Myenvyofyouisnotwithoutreason.”

    “Oh,don’tdespair,KingDimitri”saidImagination,suddenlythinkingofsomething.“Westillhaveasttrickwehavenotusedyet.”

    Retiringtothevestryroom,theoldpastorsatdownbehindhisdesktotakeabreak.Butbeforehecouldquenchhisthirstwithadrinkofwaterortakeabreatherhesaidtohissecretary,

    “Quick…Catchtheanistbeforeheleavesahimknowtherewillbeanotherweddingtofolloheweddingwouldloselusterwithanmusidalso,askthejanitorstosweepawaytherice,fetti,rosepetalsandweddingpoppersonthegroundahemtoopenallthedoorsandwindows.Thechurchwascrowdedtocapacityandthesmellofperfumewasoverp.ItmightsmellIfeelitisnotpatibletothesanctityandsolemnityofthechurestthing,havethemnotifythepartiesofthesedweddingthattheceremonieswilleimeinthirtyminutes…Letmeseeifthereisanythingelse…No,Ithinkthat