“Married, Married, Married!Buried!Yeah yeah yeah yeah”
“Hey, Jojo?” he yells.“Yeah.” I yell back.“I’m going to marry you someday.”
“Actually, being married to me probably would be something of a joke . . . but yeah, I mean it. What do you think?”
“Oh yeah. That's why. Like a fairy tale. I was marrying the Prince. I just happened to be in love with the pauper.”
“Eve, we're going to be married in a few days."The jittering started again, big time. "Yeah.""If he keeps looking at you like that, I'm going to have to hurt him.”
“I’ll marry you,” I told him decisively. “That way, we can both have kids someday.”He grinned, those dimples emerging in a blaze of glory. “Yeah, you probably would.”