Purple? Yes, Purple. And so did the groom, a purple shirt.
They were magnificent. They walked down the aisle arm in arm together. Eva is walking well in spite of having had a broken leg barely a month ago. And they stood for their vows and most of the receiving line. Finally Milton stepped away and brought a chair for Eva. Well, I think he may have wanted one for himself, too, by then. Soon she was on her feet again, greeting folks.
There were perhaps two hundred guests. Their families, guests from Eva's church, and residents of the old folks home filled the parlor and over-flowed into the lobby. The daily newspaper had come and interviewed them in the morning. The decorations were white festoons and wedding bells, and an a flowery arch to be wed under.
And pictures! Lots of folks brought their digital cameras and the flashes sparkled brightly. (I hope someone e-mails me one for this journal.) Eva and Milton are not too old for playful clowning at the cutting of the cake, which was delicious.
The caged bird in the lobby, pleased with all the company, delightly sang along with soloist and with our regular pianist, George, who played for the reception.
It was everything it should have been.
Later, following supper, as we were playing our regular game of rummy, Eva and Milton passed on their way to their rooms. Eva paused at the door of the card room to apologize for skipping the card game that evening.
We excused her.