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it?”
    â€œYeah. It sounds familiar.”
    â€œWe’d have our own luxury suite,” I said. “There’s a spa. It would all be free.”
    Tremaynne suddenly leapt off the futon and headed for the computer. He was completely naked. I had a flash of his hard, tight little buns. I could hear the mouse clicking, the sound of the keyboard being tapped, the hushed shrieks and boings as he connected to the Internet.
    He was always doing that. Sometimes in the middle of a conversation he’d raise a hand and say, “Wait a minute, I’ve got to check something out.” Sometimes I’d wake up in the middle of the night and see him sitting there in the dark, his body washed by the gray light of the computer screen.
    â€œSo I’ll tell them no,” I said.
    He was clicking away, reading something. “Who?”
    â€œThe dads. I knew it was a crazy idea. Whoever heard of going on a honeymoon with your fathers?”
    He stopped clicking, read a little more, and then looked at me. “Call them right now,” he said. He pointed to the telephone. “Tell them we’d love to go to Pine Mountain Lodge.”

Chapter
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    R emember when my dad told me that “just a few friends” would be at his and Whitman’s DP ceremony?
    Yeah, right.
    What really happened was so typical of how they operate. Or how Whitman operates, I should say.
    â€œWe’re just letting a few close friends in on this,” he insisted. “If they want to show up, they can.”
    â€œAren’t you sending out invitations?” I asked.
    â€œOh God, no. There’s no ceremony of any kind. Nothing romantic. It’s like registering a dog. You sign a paper and give them a check for sixty-five dollars. That’s it.”
    â€œDoesn’t anybody pronounce you husband and husband or something?”
    â€œNo, sweetheart. Nobody speaks through the entire procedure except to ask how you’re paying. It takes place in this really ugly office building in need of major feng shui.”
    I felt sorry for them. They’re both so into making their surroundings so perfect. This was a big deal for them, but there was no way they could make it romantic or special.
    They couldn’t get legally married because according to state law only a man and a woman could do that. They weren’t allowed any kind of civil union that gave them any legal rights or status as a couple. All they had, as Whitman pointed out, was this local registry thing. It had no legal bearing outside the county and gave the signers no privileges within.
    â€œIt’s the crumb they’ve thrown us so we won’t revolt,” he said.
    But the dads were determined to be there the first day the registry opened. And that just happened to be July first, three days before Tremaynne and I were getting married. So I had a lot on my mind as I ransacked my messy apartment trying to find the only show-offy dress that I owned.
    Tremaynne doesn’t worry about clothes because he doesn’t own any. All he owns is what’ll fit into his backpack.
    He didn’t own a car either, so I had to drive us to the registry office. By the time we arrived, about a hundred people were already gathered outside and more were arriving every minute. These were the dads’ “few close friends.” I saw so many familiar faces that at first I thought it was a humongous party. Then I saw a large, angry-looking man holding up a sign that read “Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve.”
    Then I saw a local television news truck.
    â€œOh shit.”
    â€œWhat’s going on?” Tremaynne asked.
    My adrenaline kicked in hard and fast. “It’s the first day of the registry. So they’re protesting.”
    â€œWho is?”
    â€œWho do you think?” I snapped. It just made me so mad I wanted to start swinging. “I’m not going to let those assholes ruin this for the