8: The plan revealed

*Ben*

As I stride into the library, which I have a feeling has not been used for actually reading since my mother was alive, I hear the booming laughter of my father and the priest. I had expected a man of God to be more solemn, but reverend Brown is clearly enjoying the alcohol provided by my father. But men are sitting in front of the unlit fireplace, clutching a half empty glass of amber liquid.

I go to the small bar and pot myself a glass, God knows I can use it, before walking over to lean against the mantle.

My father seems very much too happy and pleased with himself when he lifts his glass. “Cheers to the lucky groom”.

I take a slow glass of my glass. “Have you considered that there is paperwork and such needed for a wedding ?”

“It’s all taken care of, I got everything we need right here”. My father pads the pocket of his jacket.

I hold out his hand. “Can I just see that ?”

My father nods as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out some folded papers that he hands to m