As Janice lifted her veil for the kiss, she and Warren exchanged a deep, knowing, intimately amused glance. “How are you doing?” he murmured. “Oh, still standing up. God knows how, you dog.” And with the minister beaming on them, they embraced, kissed, and laughed, there in the church in each other’s arms, over the war-born joke that would last their whole lives and that nobody else would ever know.
