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Thirteen |
Simon: What are you doing here?
Emma: It’s all right Simon. We were just talking until John comes in from the garden.
Simon: Oh.
Jerry Anderson: What-oh Mr. Tinsley. Hope you and your lovely friend are keeping well.
Emma: For goodness sake Simon, stop looking around. Everything is here. Jerry and I were just talking about a shared acquaintance.
Simon: From your prison days?
Emma: No, Simon, a shared acquaintance of yours and Jerry’s.
Jerry: That’s right Mr. Tinsley. I understand you’ve become familiar with The Hat.
Simon: Blimey! You don’t go by the name of ‘Cousin Ernie’ do you?
Jerry: Who? Oh Ernie. He’s a right one I can tell you. Used to box, you know, but could never keep the weight down. Anyway, fancy you knowing both of them! Right couple of crooks they are, but I used to meet all sorts with my old line of work.
Simon: That being nicking things.
Emma: Jerry has a new profession now, he’s working in the church.
Jerry: Right. Took lessons in the nick, didn’t I? Rehabilitation they call it and what with my knowledge of old stuff, restoration work seemed right up my street. I’m going to be working in the church for that Mr. Vyse and the Rev.
Simon: Well if you see the Hat remember NOT to mention my name.
Jerry: Oh, you won’t be seeing him for a while.
Simon: Why not?
Jerry: Well he had his collar felt, didn’t he? Nicked, the two of them. As I was going out, they was coming in. Got a good long stretch too, is what I heard.
Simon: Well that is good news. Welcome back Jerry!
Simon: You didn’t reply to any of them?
Mr. Tinsley: No, bunch of losers if you ask me, putting their lives out there on the Internet for all to see. Pathetic really.
Simon: And you’re such a catch?
Mr. Tinsley: I have my pride.
Simon: So who are you going to the wedding with? I don’t want you sitting there looking miserable when Mum comes in with the Italian job.
Mr. Tinsley: That’s the trouble with living in the country. They’re all old people.
Simon: I know, what about going with Shirley? She’s going to be alone now.
Mr. Tinsley: She’s older than I am! Anyway, it wouldn’t be right, not with her husband so recently gone.
Simon: Your sensibilities do you proud.
Mr. Tinsley: What about one of these cousins of Ann? Are they good looking? You found an American woman.
Simon: One of them is bringing a bloke, and the other one is twenty-two!
Mr. Tinsley: Well that sounds all right. I’ll check them out when they arrive.
Simon: If nothing better comes up.
Mr. Tinsley: Right.
Simon: You’re not to talk to Ann any more until after the wedding. She thinks I’m bad but if she ever thought I’d turn out like you, I’d need a date for the wedding!
Mrs. Simmons: This is so impressive! I knew Ann and Simon were well off, but I didn’t have any idea of the scale of this house. I feel like I’m a character on A&E.
Mr. Simmons: Just be careful—in those shows someone always gets murdered.
Mrs. Simmons: Now Al, don’t go and spoil it! It’s a nice old house, not something sinister.
Mr. Simmons: Well, I thought I heard voices last night. Not natural. And that portrait in the corner—I feel like she’s watching me. Reminds me more of a Fox special than A&E.
Mrs. Simmons: You probably did hear voices last night. Half the wedding guests are staying here. Just think, our Ann has a house with more bedrooms than we have rooms. And to think we told her she’d starve when she said she wanted to be a medieval historian.
Mr. Simmons: Well, she would have starved. She just got lucky.
Jen: Hey Uncle Al, Aunt Nancy. You’re up early!
Mrs. Simmons: Al couldn’t sleep. Thought he heard ghosts.
Jen: That’s fantastic! What did they say?
Mr. Simmons: Oh, nothing I could pin down. No actual words. Just moaning and muttering.
Jen: You sure that wasn’t Janey and Todd? Oh, sorry, shouldn’t have said that. Don’t tell Mom!
Mrs. Simmons: Are they here, honey? I thought they hadn’t arrived yet.
Jen: Ann’s friend Amy dropped them off last night. She met them on the plane on the way over.
Mrs. Simmons: Oh! Is Amy here? I haven’t seen her for ages! I can’t wait to see the baby!
Jen: She’s staying at a bed and breakfast in the village-- said it was more peaceful there.
Mr. Tinsley Sr.: Good morning.
Mrs. Simmons: Harold, good morning! You haven’t met our niece yet, have you?
Mr. Tinsley Sr.: No. Harold Tinsley. Father of the groom. And you are here with your boyfriend?
Jen: No, that’s Janey. I’m Jen.
Mr. Tinsley Sr.: Oh, you must be the twenty-two-year-old cousin. Twenty-two. A nice age.
Jen: I guess it’s okay. Well, I’ll leave you oldies to get caught up. Let me know when Janey rolls out of bed, will you?
Mrs. Simmons: I’ll tell her you’re looking for her dear.
Mr. Tinsley Sr.: Excuse me, I think I’ll just go and see if Jen wants to see the gardens. Bit of a occupational hazard—I’ve become something of a tour guide and find it hard to stop. Hate for anyone to miss out on the splendours that are Stoney Grove.
Mrs. Simmons: What a considerate man! He’s nothing like his ex-wife, is he?
Mr. Simmons: Now that you mention it, maybe that’s what gave me nightmares.
Mrs. Simmons: Be nice! She’s just very talkative, that’s all. Her boyfriend, was it Luigi? Anyway, he’s charming.
Mr. Simmons: Just watch your purse around that one.
Mrs. Simmons: Oh, Al!
Reverend Banks: So you've had a chance to look over the ceremony, then? Any questions?
Ann: Well, yes. How much flexibility do we have?
Reverend Banks: Flexibility?
Ann: Yes. To change it.
Reverend Banks: What exactly do you want to change?
Ann: Well, the "obey" part is right out.
Simon: It is? I'd have never guessed!
Ann: Maybe you'd like to stand up in front of everyone you know and promise to obey me?
Simon: Aren't I already doing that by agreeing to marry you?
Ann: Well, I'm not going to say it. And also, all that stuff about what marriage is. I'm marrying Simon because I love him, not to quell my carnal urges or to produce the requisite heir. Though I hope I do.
Simon: Do what?
Ann: Both, actually.
Simon: Me too. There is a surprising amount about sex in there. I guess I've never really paid attention at weddings before. Thought they were boring. Fancy that.
Ann: It surprises me that you started with the traditional ceremony, Nigel. I thought you were a bit more modern too.
Reverend Banks: Oh, I think the old one's rubbish. Simon told me you'd like it.
Ann: Simon said that?
Simon: Well, I actually quite like it. Makes me feel like I'm in charge of things. Didn't think you'd go for it, but no harm in trying.
Ann: Actually, I found this really beautiful lesbian ceremony on the internet. It was all about equality and partnership and sharing. Could we maybe do something like that?
Simon: Are you nuts? I'm not a lesbian!
Ann: I know that. I just liked the sentiment.
Simon: Great. Go for it. I hear Amy isn't married yet. Maybe she'll stand in for me.
Reverend Banks: Ha, ha, well, yes… as we discussed last week, marriage is all about compromise. I think, Simon, that you should respect Ann's wishes and go for the more modern ceremony, and that you, Ann, should honour Simon's more, um, traditional side and try to be a bit more conformist.
Ann: Let me read through it first.
Simon: You know the wedding is less than two weeks away. We really should decide this today.
Reverend Banks: No hurry. I'll send along a copy of the 1928 ceremony and we can discuss it later.