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counseling ’ . I love you. I will do anything to make us work , and I am honestly trying. Please, see and trust in that. ” I pleaded as I held her hands firmly in mine .
    “You’re right. I’m sorry. I love you , and I just want us to have every chance possible to make it. Som e times it feels as if I’m doing it by myself , but we can talk about it later tonight. You better get to work. I have some homework to get done before counseling and the bachelorette party.”
    “Oh, that’s right. You and the girls are going to check out half-naked men.” I joked .
    “Oh , please . Even if I wanted to see someone other than you half naked, Amy would never go for it. Her sisters are coming tonight. We’ll probably do something stupid like toilet paper wedding dresses while we sip 7-UP.” Etta teased back as she walked me to the door. With a soft peck on the cheek, she said goodbye .
    As I sauntered down the stoop, I realized I left my work hat at my place down the street. I had been running behind, so after making sure the coast was clear, I flashed to the apartment I shared with Gabriel.
    We rented a meager two bedroom apartment above the laundromat where Gabriel and I committed our first crime aft er coming to Earth as human s. I didn’t see how the owner of our shabby shack had the audacity to call the renovated attic an ‘ apartment ’ . The bedrooms were nothing more than oversized closets . The living room and kitchen combined were cozier than most studio rentals. But with Gabriel’s student income and our pizza delivery jobs, it had been all we were able to afford.
    Though I would have been perfectly happy staying at the Divad’s, René started asking too many questions . Gabriel had to keep up appea rances for Amy’s family , since their religion forbade the love birds from living together before marriage. The upside to our place … it was a two minute walk to the Divad’s house and Amy’s house , and right next door to the pizza joint we worked at.
    Grabbing my hat from the coffee table I ran out the door toward work. As I walked in , Gabriel gave me an eye roll warning me our little weasel of a manager, Richie , had been waiting for me.
    The Napoleon complex afflicted jerk made it known from my first interview that he didn’t care for me . B ut being the only pizza parlor in town, two short blocks from the Marine Corps barracks and a couple miles from base housing, he had been desperately short handed on delivery d r ivers. With no other applicants, he had been forced to hire me but never let me forget he’d fire me in a heartbeat should I slip up even the slightest. I’d given the short, fat, balding rat plenty of occasions to let me go, but the demands of running a successful delivery joint took precedence over his disdain for one man.
    “Ramen! You’re late. That’s the third time this week. I should fire you right now , but w e got three deliveries waiting on you. Clock in , and get on it.” Richie shoved the heating bag full of blazing hot pizza into my arms.
    “Yes , sir.” I mockingly replied .
    “Only one more day , Brother. After the wedding I won’t need your help with rent anymore.” Sensing my aggravation toward our mutual pizza nemesis, Gabriel whispered i n my ear as he gave my arm a light squeeze.
    “I know. Getting nervous yet?” I asked as we both walked out to our cars.
    “Heck no. I’m excited and still shocked. Who would have thought I’d be getting married? ” Gabriel replied with an ear to ear grin .
    It had been good to see my brother so happy breaking his vow to never wed. Too many times Gabriel had to tell a spouse, a mother, or a father their loved one had fallen to the depths of Hell or Purgatory. Not wishing the same message to be given to someone close to him, he gave up his attempt to court his lifelong crush , Charoum , and denounced any socialization outside the circle of Arch e s. Females practically threw themselves at him, but the man wouldn’t even