A Research Study and Czechoslovakian Wedding Pastries
Veronica, sensible and tired of the drama, sighs. "I never said yes to a wedding. I said yes to maybe thinking about a wedding."
"High praise," he says.
She laughs, pulls him close, and for a moment, the genius is just a little boy on a swing.
"Absolutely not," Mary says, arms crossed. "He's a child."
"Do you want more friends?"