William & Patty: Chapter Eleven

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As the reception wound down, Sandra and her new boyfriend, Kenny McCoy, loaded the car and climbed inside. The bride and groom piled into the back seat, disappearing into a passionate clump.

The crowd that gathered outside Witmer Hall applauded as the four rode away, bound for an early morning flight out of San Francisco.

William and Patty immediately stopped addressing each other by name. As the car approached Highway 99, Patty leaned forward and tapped Sandra on the shoulder.

"Sandra, my husband is cold," she said.

Sandra laughed, shaking her head as she rolled up her window. Patty leaned back into William's arms.

"We're married," he said.

"I know. I love you, husband."

"I love you, wife. I had a lot of fun at the wedding. How about you?"

"Yes, husband, it was fun."

"I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw you. You looked so pretty in your dress."

Early the next morning, William and Patty proudly strode through the San Francisco International Airport in -- as Patty insisted -- their wedding clothes. People stared relentlessly: Some found William and Patty adorable, while others wore expressions of disgust.

The bride and groom did not seem to notice; the underdogs were too busy savoring their victory.

Five hours later, the couple sat on an airplane as it roared high above the Pacific Ocean. They held hands during the entire flight.

"I'm going to get a soda. Wife, would you like a soda?"

"Yes, husband, I would like a diet soda."

Then a voice over the loudspeaker announced the plane would be landing in Hawaii soon.

William's sudden look of surprise quickly turned to jubilation. He hugged Patty, who played the whole thing rather cool. Somehow, she had found out about the secret, but did not want to spoil it for Sandra.

Patty peered out her window and saw an island growing larger in the distance. Before long, she could make out mountains and beaches and palm trees.

She leaned back in her seat and sighed contentedly. She tightened her grip on William's hand.

Bee staff writer Ty Phillips can be reached at 578-2331 or tphillips@modbee.com.