“I don’t know, Jane,” Ronnie said. “I mean, you came all the way, and I appreciate that, but there’s a certain decorum expected for something like this.” Jane stood there holding her sack with the toaster. “Decorum?” “Yes. It’s a wedding. Are those rhinestones?” “Talk about decorum, you’re wearing white like you’re a virgin. Hell, that child you got arrive by immaculate conception?” “It’s traditional,” Ronnie said. “You can’t just show up looking like you been standing on a street corner at the intersection of Hee-haw and Gooberville and expect to come in and join us. Everyone is wearing blue,
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