They had nothing to say to each other. It was a strange thought, that they were married and they had absolutely no common ground on which to start a conversation. The whole thing was the result of errors in judgment, or a complete lack of judgment in general. Actually, it had quite a lot to do with their friends Jack, Jim, and Evan, followed by brief encounters with Jose and the Captain.
They were friends, in a way. They wrote letters to one another when he was in boot camp because he was friends with her boyfriend, at the time, and didn't have many people to correspond with. He had beautiful handwriting. It was neat, legible, and controlled. There was nothing controlled about the circumstances surrounding the commencement of their marriage, however.
They were just supposed to be hanging out, catching up since she was no longer involved with their "mutual friend." But he was a Marine, and they were out with other Marines. So, of course, drinks became involved and everyone had a few too many. She didn't remember anything after 10:30 that Saturday evening, and she'd awakened the next day in bed at home, with a wedding band on and a message on MySpace that read "Hey, wifey. Do me a favor and give me a call about the annulment." It would have been a great plan, only she'd misplaced the small scrap of paper with his phone number on it. So, she'd had to wait for him to call her.
And now, on an early Monday morning, they were on their way to the courthouse to undo what they'd done at a cheap 24-hour wedding chapel across the Florida state line.
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