London #15 - When the fix is in

You’re young and single at some wedding abroad, and things are fine, but then you get the drift that someone feels the need to “fix” things by playing matchmaker with your ass and some friend on the other side.

First warning.

Jimmy McCracken sidled up alongside me, with Cory a step behind us.

“Hey, Bobby, I hear that Bernadette is keen to set you up with her Aussie
friend, Jilli. You should go for it,” he said in his gravelly baritone.

Then in a car on the way to the reception the second warning shot is fired.

“Bernie told me you are at our table, Bob,” said Tammy, changing the
subject. “And so is Jilli.”

She turned her head with a simper to look at
me in the back.

“Sounds like something prearranged” I said warily, looking back at her.

Then, just before the big meal, you still need to do that there “Trust, but verify” thing, which is ever so important, especially in this day and age with the super bogus crap they spin in "The News" to we sorry brainwashed (m)asses.

I checked the seating plan and made my way to the table. Bernadette
had indeed made sure that Jilli was assigned beside me. The fix was in.

Our round table of eight was an equal mix of friends from both sides.



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