Doomsday: She’s as good as dead
Boobala had gone to the mall after school to buy her wedding outfit and try on some makeup. The salesperson experimented with cosmetics and Boobala was overwhelmingly pleased with the results. He brought some home so he could apply it as the saleswoman taught him. The next afternoon, after school, she returned to the mall with cosmetics. It was the first time that Boobala applied makeup in front of people. She felt a little self-conscious. She had also been working very hard to lose weight and assert herself, which she managed to hide from Mom’s prying eyes in baggy clothes. Wanting to look tempting for Harry on his wedding night, he decided to buy sexy lingerie. I couldn’t believe how expensive everything was and how quickly money ran out.
Little by little, Boobala was removing some of his clothes from the house, taking them to his small apartment in his backpack. So far so good. He was doing well keeping his secret from Mom. Harry, acting like the big spender, told her not to worry about clothes, that he would buy her whatever she wanted after they were married.
To cover her tracks, Boobala told Mildred as she headed out of the house to the store that Myrtle had invited her to dinner. He would probably be home late. I was going to go to the mall to pick up a present for them. Mildred, who had no reason to doubt her daughter, told her to have a wonderful time.
As soon as Mildred left the house, Boobala ran to the apartment to get ready. She was in a fever of arousal. It was their wedding day. She was the first to arrive at the Justice of the Peace. Harry rushed inside a few minutes after she gasped, holding up some fallen flowers, looking like they had been ripped from a tombstone. Billy Boy and Sheryl followed him as witnesses, muttering that they had to park several blocks away. Harry was dressed in jeans with holes and dirty sneakers. With his backpack in hand, he asked the Wedding Officiant where he could change his clothes. When he came out, he was wearing his wrinkled gray silk suit with a pink button-down shirt, tie, and dress shoes. He looked terribly self-conscious and uncomfortable. He felt like a geek. He hadn’t noticed Boobala when he first entered, but when he saw her now, he was shocked by the transformation. She looked extremely pretty with shoulder length curly brown hair, she was wearing cosmetics, and she did not have glasses. Her brows were mostly plucked and painted, making her hazel eyes appear larger with the help of a little eye shadow, mascara, and eyeliner. She was dressed in a tight light blue suit that enhanced her body. I could not believe what I was watching. She even had beautiful rounded breasts. Her heels made her look taller. “Wow,” he said. I wanted the ceremony to end so I could start working in earnest. “I guess I won’t need Stefania tonight,” he thought to himself.
The Wedding Officiant asked Boobala and Harry to stand in front of him, requesting that the rings be presented at the beginning of the ceremony.
“If there is anyone present who feels that these two should not be married, please speak up now or keep your silence forever.” Boobala was terrified by the question, thinking that Mom would jump out of the shadows protesting the marriage. After a moment of silence, they began to breathe easy as the Officiant continued his speech.
“Do you, Harry, take this woman as your legally married wife?”
Harry, gathering his courage, said “Yes, I do.”
“Please put the ring on your finger.”
Harry was so scared that he broke out in a storm. Interrupting the ceremony, he loosened his tie, unbuttoned his collar, and stripped off his suit jacket. How she wished she could put her ripped jeans and sneakers back on. Boobala’s face turned red with embarrassment. Boobala was distraught when she saw the band. It looked like something she had bought at the dollar store along with the wilted flowers. Harry, sensing her agitation and fearing that Boobala might change his mind, put his arm around her. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll buy you a ring that’s 100 times better than Myrtle’s when we can afford it.”
The Officiant, clearing his throat, looked at the couple and said, “Please, can we continue with the ceremony?”
“Yeah sure,” Harry replied.
“Boobala, do you consider this man to be your legally married husband?”
After a moment’s hesitation, he said “Yes, I do.”
“Please put the ring on your finger.”
“By the power of the great state of New York, I declare you husband and wife. You can kiss your beautiful bride.”
Boobala Sarah Finkenberg couldn’t believe she was now Mrs. Boobala Darling. Such a married woman. It is finally over.
Harry bolted from the room to change back into his ripped jeans and sneakers. Boobala was disappointed that they didn’t even have their picture taken. They had to walk six blocks to where the car was parked. What a pair they were, Harry in her ripped jeans and her limping in her suit and heels. The silence in the car was uncomfortable. You could feel the tension in the air. Even Billy Boy’s racy jokes fell through, which made him feel like an idiot. Finally, when they got to the apartment, Billy Boy left them and said, “Hey Harry, do you want me to buy a pizza and a couple of beers?” To which Harry shrugged, looked at Boobala and replied, “Yeah, sure, why not.”
No: 9 (11/09/2011)
To be continued: Boobala Darling Part 8 of 9 Wins Cruise