CARTER'S DUTY: WILLIAM CARTER
III
Chapter 20 - By Christopher Patrick Lydon
Laurier House was filled with the wedding guests. It was beautifully
decorated in white fabrics and roses; a string quartet performed a beautiful
selection of pieces at one end and a large buffet on trestle tables stood
at the other. Voices and music coming from beyond the open French doors told
of the other guests, and the other entertainment that was taking place on
the patio terraces that lay nestled in the gardens. Guests mingled with each
other throughout the old house and Will adjusted his bow tie standing on the
upper landing and looking down at them all.
There was a clinking of knives on glasses as everyone stopped
to look up at him.
"Speech!" a voice yelled from the back of the hall,
a distinctly Brody-esque voice.
Will smiled and blushed a moment before he began.
"Well I must say that I am very nervous about making this
speech. In fact this is the fifth time today that I have got off a warm seat
with pieces of paper in my hand."
"They say that being asked to be best man is very much
like being asked to make love to the Queen Mother... a great honour, but no
one really wants to do it."
"Joking aside, I would like to thank you Jeff for asking
me to be the best man today, it really is an honour to be asked and a pleasure
to fulfil the role. I'd like to thank both you and Lisa as well for the lovely
present." He held up and rattled the still wrapped gift.
"I'd also like to thank Jeff and Lisa on behalf of the
bridesmaids for their kind words and gifts. Candice, Veronique and Vicki do
indeed look wonderful and I'm sure you'll all agree they performed their role
splendidly." He waited for the applause to die down before he continued.
"It is traditional for best men to use their speech to
talk of how and when they met the groom...well, it happened when I was introduced
to a scruffy artist that was too tall, with hair was too long all in all I
thought, hey what a poser. I guess he felt the same way about me because after
only five minutes we became friends. That friendship came in handy during
the time we shared another confined space years later, when Jeff allowed me
to stay in his bachelor apartment while I was looking for my own place in
Ottawa. The apartment was so small, Jeff found that he could cook, wash up,
shave, shower, iron, answer the phone and use the toilet without even having
to leave his bed."
"Although he has different parents, I still regard Jeff
as my big brother, both in terms of age (albeit by a few months) and in terms
of waist measurement. Marriage is a serious matter, which, shouldn't be entered
into lightly, and at close to 190 pounds, Jeff certainly isn't doing that.
Really, I should take this opportunity to reveal to all, Jeff's past misdemeanours,
unfortunately I have played a part in most of the incriminating events, as
former roommates we've always been co-conspirators and joint culprits. By
disclosing everything Jeff has done, I would be implicating myself and I really
don't want to tarnish my impeccable reputation. Speaking generally though,
what I will say is that during our time at university when both of us were
in Halifax, (there were times in the Waterfront Bar) I was not so much a brother
but more of a mother to him:"
"I watched him drink from a bottle, I watched him stagger
around naked, I watched him crawl, and I've dressed and undressed him. Cleaned
up after him, and several times helped him to walk."
"Instead I'll talk of Jeff's achievements...so you needn't
worry, its not going to be a long speech! During his time at art school Jeff
achieved one important thing. Now Jeff can claim to have achieved an arm full
of art awards, but the fact is he only perfected one technique in school.
This involved Jeff making a poached egg and a cup of tea. Incidentally, that
today remains the full extent of his culinary skills."
"But his greatest achievement has to be marrying Lisa today.
Jeff, you are a very lucky groom, you've married someone who's smart and beautiful,
kind-hearted, loving and caring and she deserves a good husband. So good job
you married her before she found one!"
"Someone once said that marriage is a 50/50 partnership.
I hope you realize that anyone who believes that, knows very little about
women...or fractions!"
"But in fact Jeff and Lisa do seem to have a very caring/
sharing relationship. They compliment each other well in life's daily chores...
Lisa cooks/ Jeff eats. Jeff drinks/ Lisa drives. Jeff makes a mess/ Lisa clears
it up... what a great team."
"As best man my other duty today was looking after the
wedding rings... I was a little concerned earlier about handing the ring over
for Lisa, for fear of her ever taking it off and putting it in her jewellery
box, which I know has, on at least one occasion, after a particularly heavy
night out, served as a useful container for Jeff to vomit in."
"My advice to Jeff is that the key to a happy marriage
is to remember to use those three little words... 'You're right dear'."
"Seriously though Jeff, your whole family is very proud
of you, you have met and married someone very special and I think that you
and Lisa make a perfect couple. On a personal note, Lisa has been a great
friend to me over the last four and a half years. As for Jeff, well it's impossible
to summarize the god knows how many years I've known him in a five-minute
speech. What I would like to say is that over the years he has been the best
anyone could hope for in the most supportive of friends. I'd like to offer
them both the traditional Best man's wish of Good Luck Good Health, and Much
Happiness."
"I'd also like to wish them both a fantastic honeymoon
which I am told is the time between `I DO' and `YOU'D BETTER'."
"Finally on behalf of the bride and groom I'd like to thank
you all for sharing their day and though its been said before, I invite you
all to stand once more and raise your glasses in a toast to Jeff and Lisa,
may they have a long happy and fruitful marriage...Jeff and Lisa."
There were cheers around the room as the glasses raised to the
pair. And Will smiled down at them. They were going to have a great life together.
It was much later when Will found himself back on the stairs
to make other announcements. It seemed as though he hadn't stopped in the
hours since the speech. He cleared his throat, "The bride and groom will
join you shortly," he said in a clear tone as the music dropped expectantly,
"They are just..." he smiled and glanced back to the bedroom doors,
"...Changing."
There was a ripple of knowing laughter from the crowd, Will
just grinned, "At this time I would like to draw your attention to the
buffet and ask that you continue to enjoy their hospitality The honeymoon
precession and the throwing of the bouquet will take place as soon as they
are done ..." He glanced back again, "Uh...changing."
The murmur of conversation picked up once more, and the quartet
began to play an old love song, as Will walked down the stairs and rejoined
the guests. He caught sight of Jared drifting through the crowd with Kerry,
and he couldn't help but blink at her in the light summer dress, she looked
beautiful. Some of the guests looked at the young teacher with wide eyes,
others with appreciative looks of suddenly realizing there was a beautiful
woman in their midst The latter came from men more often than women, and some
of the women had to remind their husbands they were married.
Others started towards him, now that he had come down, and he
found himself engaged in several different conversations on a variety of topics,
all of which flowed around work in some fashion. He kept moving to avoid being
caught in too many long conversations. There were many guests; all filling
the various rooms, admiring artwork, or listening to entertainers, and all
desired a moment of the best man's time. Guests included the mayor of the
small town Jeff had grown up in. Professor Bryce and his lovely wife doctor
Lillian Bryce two of Lisa's university professors that had made the trip from
Toronto just to attend the wedding of their favourite star pupil. There was
also a c list celebrity that Lisa had represented in a contract dispute, according
to the local papers she was the greatest singing sensation to come out of
Canada that year. It was a mixture of Poets, artisans, lawyers and financiers
standing side by side conversing about the issues that faced Ottawa. And there
by the far stairs was Brody, a wide grin on his face as he chatted aimlessly
with one of the bridesmaids. Yet still no sign of the man he needed to talk
with.
He could not see from his vantage point whether Andrew was present,
but he could clearly see Lisa's father, negotiating his way towards the singing
star, perhaps in an effort to get her to perform something that evening. The
string quartet performing in the far corner would pale in comparison with
her talent, but it would be something special on the wedding day, something
to never forget.
Will stopped when he noticed that Lisa's boss; Robert Avery
had fallen into step beside him. A waiter immediately offered his silver tray
with a bow. Avery took a brown glass filled with wine. Walking backwards ahead
of them still bowing, the servant held the tray toward Will until he shook
his head, and then he melted into the crowd.
"This is a fine party. Lisa has many friends, and excellent
entertainment." He said pleasantly.
Will nodded in response to the compliment. "It's taken
quite a bit of preparation. We were lucky to get this hall on such short notice."
"Many friends," Mr. Avery repeated a little too quietly,
"but then Lisa is the best Publicist we have."
"Of course Mister Avery," Will replied as they passed
a group of women admiring an elegantly carved Ice sculpture that had been
crafted by one of Jeff's art school friends. "How's business?"
Avery looked down at the young man "Excellent, Lisa has
told me a lot about you, I wanted to take the time to meet you."
Will's brow furrowed, "I beg your pardon Mister Avery?"
He was suddenly uncertain, had he just been hit on by Lisa's boss? If so how
could he extricate himself from the situation with out seeming rude?
"You are a Human Resource Manager are you not?" Avery
asked after a moments pause, "A call centre if I remember correctly.
How is business going?"
"Business seems to be going well," Will replied as
he regretted not accepting the wine when it had been offered. "We're
going through a round of layoffs at the moment, the operations manager seems
to feel that downsizing is the answer to cutting costs."
Avery stared into his wine, mulling over his words as if they
held some hidden meaning. "Are you saying you don't approve of the layoffs?
That you do not support your managers decision?"
"I don't recall saying anything of the kind." Will
replied his unease over the conversation continued to climb.
"Yes of course," Avery replied. "You must be
frustrated that your own view points are not being listened to."
Will took a deep breath to stop from telling the man angrily
that he was not inferring anything by his comment. "I see that your star
client is here, things must be going well for you."
"My firm represents a number of clients. I don't pay them
much mind." The contempt in his voice seemed almost genuine, save for
the fact that Avery was widely known to pander to his clients every whim.
"You have an arts degree do you not? What made you go into business and
not say, become a teacher?"
"I believe in the old saying `those that can't, teach.'."
Will replied and grimaced, thinking inwardly that the conversation was sounding
more and more like an interrogation on a witness stand.
Avery was studying his face almost openly, "Have you ever
considered other employment opportunities?"
"I always try to keep my options open," Will replied
automatically, Avery wasn't being subtle, he wanted something and Will was
began to suspect this was an informal interview.
"That's good, a young man with your level of experience
should keep his options open. There are always opportunities for someone with
a good head for management. "
"I'm aware of my opportunities." Will replied coldly,
he could detect the thinly veiled edge of anger in his voice. He hated games,
and he despised it when he was the one getting played, "I prefer, however,
to know what I am getting into before I commit myself to anything."
"Interesting. We must talk again at a later time, as it
is I have learned a little from your conversation. I believe we may have some
common ground when we talk again." He nodded as he raised his glass in
a small salute, and then turned to speak to a grey haired man who wore a union
pip on his lapel.
Will shook his head as he walked on, away from more conversation.
It was clear that Avery was up to something, and Will vowed to discuss the
matter with Lisa the moment she was free. He didn't like to have his future
decided for him. And the way Avery spoke there was definitely an ulterior
motive to a seemingly idle conversation.
He found himself out on one of the terraces under the brilliant
moonlight of the lazy summer night. Even though the party wound down, the
cake had been cut, dinner served and the speeches given, there was still a
sense of celebration going on around him, he had enjoyed the reception but
it was time he returned to the hunt for Andrew.
He stopped when he saw them, they were on a lower tier of the
terraces, talking to a group of Lisa's cousins. Andrew had borrowed one of
Will's suits and looked handsome in it. It was rare to see him dressed up,
but when he did it made Will take pause. The combination of the light tan
suit and Andrew's slightly ruffled blonde hair and striking blue eyes as he
laughed to some joke. Will froze there as he stared down at Maria in a devastating
red dress, she hung off of his arm. The temptress entwined her arms around
her prize.
"Dude," Brody said as he pulled up short beside Will,
the bridesmaid he had been chatting to a moment or two before held onto his
hand lightly. "Isn't that your boy down there?"
Will turned his head slightly to look over his sunglasses at
Brody, "not any more old man." He replied faintly.
Brody took a second glance and turned to the bridesmaid, "Can
you give us a minute?"
She smiled at him sweetly and kissed him lightly on the cheek
before she slipped out of his hand and back inside to the main party.
Brody cocked his head, as he watched her go, "Damn!"
he said and smiled, "You know what I love about weddings? All the lace..."
Will arched an eyebrow at Brody, "Do I even want to know?"
Brody waved a hand to dismiss the question, "Never mind..."
he pointed down to Andrew, "What's up with that?"
Will shook his head, "That is what I've been asking myself
for days. Seems she has taken a liking to him."
Brody chewed on the observation a moment, "Girls a player
is she?"
Will shook his head, "No, she knows Andrew's gay, she wouldn't..."
Maria's eyes flicked up to the two men on the upper terrace
and her eyes sparkled, as she drew her self closer to Andrew possessively.
"Dude," Brody said, "Girl knows. She wants something
she's not supposed to have."
Will turned his back on them and rested on the stone wall that
separated the terrace from the sloped gardens, "She's too young."
"You can't fake innocent and wear a dress like that."
Brody snorted, "Girl's playing him and you're just collateral damage,
all so she can get a bit of attention." He grinned, "Want me to
deal with it?"
Will shook his head, "Let her have him. I'm going back
to the party."
Brody followed him inside, "Hell no," he said eagerly,
"one rule, don't rub another mans rhubarb."
Will looked at his friend, "What are you going to do?"
he asked after a moment.
"Carter you should know better than to ask that, just sit
at that table over there and look pretty." Brody pointed to a table just
across the dance floor.
