I stayed up a couple of days, going to the bars out by the airport, hanging out drinking beer with the guys in the parking lot at the beach, plucking my eyebrows and getting deeply into collage-making again. After that, I don’t remember so much, not much at all until I heard the music—church music. An organ, playing a familiar song. Then I smell flowers and look down. I’m holding a bouquet. I guess I’m getting married today.