I wore a navy dress that I wear to client meetings and that I have not worn since.

The officiant asked if we had rings.

And Walter Strand patted every pocket of his coat, twice, with an expression of mounting theatrical horror, and then said, “Well.

I appear to have forgotten the jewellery.”

The woman from the counter laughed.

The officiant, who I imagine has heard about nine thousand jokes in that room, laughed properly.

Eleven minutes.

There are three documents.