Happiest Day

On a Sunday in the public gardens is a bride, like a cake, her round sweaty face topped with the shiny black strands of a hair piece, making up for the fact that her groom's scalp shows through his hair. The photographer's assistant is dressed all in black, her callous sweaty face framed with a scarf, wrapped snugly under her chin.  She scolds children to get out of the picture.  She stands on the garden path so no one can pass.  The hydrangeas stink up the place.  The photographer's assistant holds the bride's dress as she waddles to her next destination.  The bride and groom pretend to not know each other, smiling only when the photographer asks them to.

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