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"I was getting worried."
"I can't imagine why."
"Can you get a couple of suitcases in that car of yours?"
"Sure."
"Then come get me," Chad Nesbitt ordered. "You can take me by Daffy's with my bags and then to the hotel."
"Oh, thank you! Thank you!" Matt said emotionally, but he said it to a dead telephone. Chad Nesbitt had hung up.
Second Lieutenant Chadwick T. Nesbitt IV, USMCR, was waiting under the fieldstone portico of the Nesbitt mansion in Bala-Cynwyd when Matt got there. He was in uniform, freshly shaved, and sitting astride a life-size stone lion. Two identical canvas suitcases with his name, rank, and serial number stenciled on them sat beside the lion. A transparent bag held a Marine dress uniform, and there was a box that presumably held the brimmed uniform cap, and another that obviously held Chad's Marine officer's sword.
He held a stemmed glass filled with red liquid in his hand. Another glass, topped with a paper napkin, was balanced on one of the suitcases.
"It took you long enough," he greeted Matt when Matt got out of the car and walked up to him.
"Fuck you."
"Well, fuck you too. Now you don't get no Bloody Mary."
"Is that what that is?" Matt replied, picking up the glass. "Thank you, I don't mind if I do."
They smiled at each other.
"You must have had a good time last night," Matt said. "You look like the finest example of the mortician's art."
"Speaking of that, where the hell were you?"
"Fighting crime, where do you think?"
"'Fighting crime'? Is that what you call it? Daffy said you were shacked up with What's-her-name Stevens."
"Her name is Amanda and we weren't shacked up."
"Methinks thou dost protest too much," Chad said. "Madame Browne is, of course, morally outraged at you."
"So what else is new?"
"I think I'll have another of these to give me courage to face the traffic, and then you can take us over there, and then to the hotel."
"I thought you weren't supposed to see the bride before the wedding."
"All I'm going to do is drop my bags off. Then we go to the hotel and get a little something to quiet my nerves."
"You're already-or maybe still-bombed," Matt said. "I don't want to have to carry you into the church."
"You have always been something of a prig, Payne. Have I ever told you that?"
"Often," Matt said, putting the Bloody Mary down and picking up the suitcases. "Jesus, what the hell have you got in here?"
"Just the chains and whips and handcuffs and other stuff one takes on one's bridal trip," Chad said. "Plus, of course, what every Marine second lieutenant takes with him when going off to battle the forces of Communism in far-off Okinawa."
"The sword and dress blues too?"
"I'll change into the blues at the hotel, and then out of them at Daffy's after the wedding. We don't use swords no more, you know, to battle the forces of Communism."
Matt set the suitcases on the cobblestone driveway and opened the hatch.
