“Why so glum?” my old buddy asked.

“I’m getting married tomorrow,” I said.

“You don’t seem too happy about it,” he said.

I just shrugged.

“C’mon,” he said, “pack a bag. We’ll hop a Greyhound and spend a few days in Vegas.”

Now I have to live with the consequences.

Alex Markovich started writing fiction late in life. He’s 76. He also wrote You Promised.