I asked Maria to put her hand on the glass. She repeated after me, “I, Maria, take you Luis.” She could barely speak, the words were so soaked with emotion and tears. Then it came to the man’s part. This was going to be a challenge. I don’t know exactly how to describe what happened next. It was this side of Charlie McCarthy. I didn’t exactly throw my voice, but lowered it to a whispering register as I stood as proxy for Luis. “I, Luis, take you Maria . . .” I placed my hand gently on the glass window, as if the ritual instructed me to do so. Soon it was over and they were hitched (or I had
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