|Fr. Kevin is ready for Maureen's wedding ceremony|
At twenty minutes before two, Fr. Kevin O'Kenney parked himself in the the front of the church, and waited for the remainder of guests to make their way to a seat. A final check showed everything in order, and it looked as though, just maybe, they would be able to start somewhat on time. The O'Kenneys were not known to be particularly prompt, and he fully expected to see people still wandering in well after the bride had made her big entrance. He glanced to his right, unable to keep a smile from spreading across his face. Seeing his mother wheeled down the aisle, a team of medical staff in tow, had been a joyful shock, and he still wasn't sure how Beckett had pulled it off.
It had been Maureen's greatest disappointment to learn that her mother would be unable to make the trip to Dollyville for the wedding. Her condition had deteriorated in the past few weeks to the point where her doctor had strongly advised against a two hour car ride, especially without proper medical care. Not wanting to risk her mother's health, or put the burden of her care on any one of her siblings, the bride sadly resigned herself to the fact that neither of parents would be there on her wedding day.
But somehow, Beckett had made it happen. His mother arrived, not by traditional limousine, but by private ambulance, complete with her physician, a nurse, and two orderlies. And although she hadn't known who he was, the fact that she was in attendance, hair done and wearing a pretty summer dress, surrounded by all her children and grandchildren, made the day sweeter than anyone could have anticipated. Tucked away in the Bride Room for the past hour, Maureen would be unaware of her arrival, and he couldn't wait to see her expression when she came down the aisle on Patrick's arm, and saw her Mama sitting there in the front row.
Kevin stole a peek at his watch, and wondered where the groom had gotten off to. He had seen him come in a half hour ago, but since then, hadn't spotted him anywhere amongst the crowd. The organist began her pre-ceremony repertoire, and the Knights began lining up in the vestibule. He turned his attention to the left of the chapel, where an usher was seating a young woman. She looked up for second, caught his eye, and then quickly averted her gaze. He felt his stomach rise in his throat, and then plummet in a roller coaster of emotion. For weeks he wondered if he would even recognize her. After nearly fifteen years she would have certainly changed. But there was no possibility he was mistaken. Same long, dark hair. Same heart shaped face. It was her, and any hope of avoiding this day of reckoning slipped away, as Ms. Roxanne Spinelli settled herself in the center of the pew.
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