Jack has been fairly silent throughout this whole proposition. Big-brother talk in 3 . . . 2 . . . “Is this for real?” See? “Yeah, man. It’s real. I haven’t told her I love her yet because your sister has major fucking trust issues, but I do. I would marry her “dead” or alive. Obviously, I didn’t plan on it happening this way, but if all it’s doing is moving up the inevitable, so be it.” “Just . . . think this through first, yeah?” I decided to marry Bridget when I was eight. I don’t need to think anymore.
