The Professionals Circuit Archive - Best Man	     Best Man

 

by Thora Arwin 

 
 "Be my best man, Bodie?"

 Choking on my beer, I can't think of a word to say.

 "Sure, mate," I croak after a moment, and Doyle just releases a breath.

 "Ta. Was hoping you would," he says, grinning. "But I know how much you
hate weddings, too."

 "Wouldn't miss this, would I?" I'm a great liar, but I hate lying to
Doyle. "Who's the lucky girl, sunshine?"

 Doyle snorts into his own drink. "Very funny. You know it's Ann."

 He's only known her for three weeks and he wants to marry her? I tell him
so.

 "I love her," he says, indignant. "If you know what that means, mate."

 Course, I do. I love *him*, don't I? I don't tell him *that*, though.

 "I can always ask Murphy," he says, glaring. "If you've changed your
mind."

 I haven't. I just wish I could tell him the truth.

 -- THE END --

 *July 2005*

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