Part 34 (1/2)
”Maybe I could help you?”
”What?”
”Maybe I could go with you. Load your camera. Stuff like that.”
”Well . . .” Novalee tried not to sound surprised, but she was.
”Well, sure. Sure you can.”
”Really?”
”I'm not kidding. I'm going to need some help because . . . now don't mention this to Miss Biddle, but I've never been to a wedding.”
”Me neither.”
Novalee laughed, then she said, ”Well, I've seen some on As the As the World Turns. World Turns. ” ”
272.
”I guess they're all the same, aren't they?”
”These were. It was the same woman who got married every time.”
”I don't think Miss Biddle's been married before.”
”Don't worry, Benny. We'll figure out what to do.”
”Novalee, what should I wear?”
”You don't have a pink suit, do you?”
For the next three weeks, Novalee spent her breaks at Wal-Mart looking through bridal magazines for interesting pictures, but she didn't see much beyond the traditional shots. Getting those wouldn't be a problem unless the camera fouled up or the film was bad, possibilities that were beginning to make her a little nervous. From what she could tell, women got real crazy over their wedding pictures.
Then, just a few days before Carolyn Biddle's wedding, Moses told Novalee a story about his aunt.
”Effie, my mother's sister,” Moses said, ”married in 1932, right smack dab in the middle of the Depression, so I don't suppose it was a fancy wedding. She and her man both came from poor people.
”But it was a church wedding and beautiful, so I was told. Aunt Effie wore a satin dress made by my mother, and everyone had flower gardens back then, so the church was filled with color.
”Well, Aunt Effie's man was killed ten years later in the Battle of Midway. Aunt Effie never married again. Worked as a housekeeper till she was seventy or so.
”Then, when she was up in her eighties . . . eighty-four, eighty-five, her house caught fire. Aunt Effie was at a neighbor's house when they saw the flames, so she wasn't in any danger. None at all.
But you know what she did? Ran home! Ran into that house on fire to save the pictures of her wedding. Pictures of a bridegroom dead over fifty years.”
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”She died for some pictures,” Novalee said.
”No, Aunt Effie died for love. And I guess there's a lot worse to die for. A lot worse.”
That night Novalee had bad dreams-dreams about blackened pictures and smoking cameras and wedding dresses burned to ash.
The next morning she was still groggy from a restless night when Lexie called with exciting news.
”His name's Roger. Roger Briscoe. And Novalee, he's a professional man. A CPA. Has his own business in Fort Worth.”
”Fort Worth? Where'd you meet him?”
”At the Texaco Station. We pumped gas together. Now listen to this! He drives a new Buick. Brand-new! Still has the dealer's tag on it.”
”So what's he like?”
”Smart. Real smart! And you should see him. He dresses better'n a banker. But I looked a mess. No makeup, my hair was frizzy. We'd just come from the laundrymat and the kids were just filthy. But Roger said they were beautiful and he couldn't believe they were all mine.
”He took them inside and bought them c.o.kes and then he asked if he could take us to dinner and I said, 'All of us? Right now?' And he said yes, so we went over to the Golden Corral. It cost him over fifty dollars and I didn't even eat.”
”Why not?”
”I'm on that new grapefruit diet. Anyway, guess what. He's going to come after us next weekend and take us all to Six Flags. You have any idea what that's gonna cost?”
”A bunch.”
”But he doesn't act like the money even matters. He's just . . . just a generous, kind man. I could tell that right off. He liked us, too. He really liked us.”
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”Well, why wouldn't he, Lexie?”
”Oh, you know how some guys are. They act like they're interested till they find out you have kids. But he's not like that at all. He told Brownie he had lovely long fingers like a piano player and he said Praline was pretty enough to be in the movies. He just makes people feel good.
”You know, you never can tell, Novalee. Maybe someday you'll be taking my wedding pictures.”
Novalee was up at six on the morning of the wedding, an hour before her alarm was set to go off. The day before, she had made a checklist of everything she needed to take, but she'd spent the night thinking of things she'd failed to put on the list.
While she was packing, trying to fit in lenses, Forney called to wish her luck. He was ordinarily a late sleeper, but he said he'd been up since three though he wouldn't say why. But Novalee could guess.
In the past month, Mary Elizabeth had started a grease fire in the kitchen and she'd fallen twice, bad falls that sent Forney rus.h.i.+ng her to the emergency room. And one early morning the week before, she had been naked on the front library steps before Forney found her, wrapped her in a blanket and led her back inside.
Forney didn't talk much about his sister, but other people did.
Novalee had just hung up the phone when Certain came to pick Americus up. They rushed through a quick breakfast and tried to hurry Americus through her ritual of saying goodbye to her flock of strays, whose number was growing fast. She had recently taken in a pregnant cat she named Mother and a three-legged beagle she called Sir.
By the time Certain and Americus drove away, Novalee was running late. She threw the rest of her equipment together, jumped into her pink dress and raced across town to pick up Benny Goodluck.
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Novalee and Benny arrived at the Biddle home with time to spare, but the wedding was less than an hour away when Novalee discovered she had left the film at home on her bed. She tried not to panic after Benny searched the car once more and came up empty-handed again. She wanted not to think about what Miss Biddle would do when she found out her photographer had no film for the camera.
But Novalee supposed the wedding would go on, with or without pictures. After all, the preacher had arrived and so had the groom.