"Where's your father?" his mother was asking him. "He has to rehearse giving the bride away."
"Probably in his office. I'll go get him."
"You'll get into an argument with somebody and forget to come back," his mother said. "Sylvie, you go with him, and bring both of them back."
"When'll we have our wedding, Sylvie?" he asked as they went off together.
"Well, before Dad goes to Aditya with the Genji. That'll have to be in a month."
"Two weeks? That ought to be plenty of time to get ready, and let people recover from this one."
"Everybody's here now. Let's make it a double wedding tomorrow," she suggested.
He hadn't been prepared for that. "Well, I hadn't expected.... Sure! Good idea!" he agreed.
There was a crowd in Rodney Maxwell's little office—Fawzi and some others, and some Storisende people. One of the latter was vociferating:
"Jake Vyckhoven's no good, and he never was any good!"