"It was," Owen agrees.
"And Zooey was beautiful," Liz adds.
Owen shrugs. "I didn't really get a good chance to look at her. All brides look about the same anyway."
Liz latches her fingers into the net. "Sometimes I wish I could get a white dress."
"You have a white dress, Liz," says Owen, "though it's more like pajamas."
"You know what I mean. A wedding dress."
The net is approaching the surface. Just as they are about to hit the cool night air, Owen turns to Liz. "I'll marry you, if you want," he says.
"I'm too young now," she replies.
"I would have married you before, but you didn't want to," he says.
"I was too young before, and we didn't know each other well enough."
"Oh," says Owen.
"Besides," says Liz, "there didn't seem to be much of a point. You had been married before, and we already knew what we were, I guess."
"Oh," says Owen, "but I would have, you know."
"I know you would have," says Liz, "and knowing you would have was nearly as good." At that moment, the net surfaces and they are lowered onto the deck of a tugboat.
"Hey, boss," a detective for the bureau asks Owen, "you want to drive back?"
Owen looks at Liz. "It's fine if you want to drive," Liz says. "I'm sleepy anyway." Liz yawns. It had been a great day, she thinks. She walks over to a pile of raincoats and lies down.
Owen watches as Liz uses one of the raincoats as a blanket. Right then, he decides to tell Liz that he wants to marry her tomorrow or next weekend or sometime really soon. "Liz," he calls out.
But the boat is too loud, and Liz can't hear him, and the subject never comes up again.
The following Monday, Curtis Jest visits Liz at the Division of Domestic Animals. It's rather unusual for Curtis to come to her work, but Liz doesn't say anything.
"How was the wedding?" Curtis asks Liz.
"About average," Liz replies, "but I enjoyed it very much. It's good to see people you haven't seen for a while."
Curtis nods.
"But all weddings are about the same, aren't they? Flowers and tuxedoes and white dresses and cake and coffee." Liz laughs. "In a way, it hardly seems worth it."
Curtis nods again. Liz looks at him. She notices that he is unusually pale.
"Curtis, what is it?"
Curtis takes a deep breath. Liz has never seen him this nervous. "That's just it, Lizzie. It does barely seem worth it, unless it happens to be your wedding."
"I don't understand."
"I've come" Curtis clears his throat "I've come to ask your permission "
"My permission? For what?"
"Stop interrupting, Liz! This is hard enough," Curtis says. "I've come to ask your permission to marry Betty."
"You want to marry Betty? My Betty?" Liz stammers.
"I've been seeing her for five years, as you know, and I was recently overcome by the utter conviction that I had to be her husband," Curtis says. "You're her closest relative, so I felt I should run it by you first."
Liz throws her arms around Curtis. "Good Lord, Curtis. Congratulations!"
"She hasn't said yes, yet," Curtis replies.
"Do you think she will?" Liz asks.
"We can only hope, my dear. We can only hope." Curtis crosses his fingers. He keeps them crossed until Betty says yes almost two days later.
The wedding is planned for the last week in August, two weeks after what would have been Liz's twenty-second birthday.
Betty asks Liz to be her maid of honor. Thandi is the other bridesmaid, and the two girls wear matching dresses in deep golden silk shantung that Betty sewed herself.
The wedding takes place in Betty's garden. At Betty's request, no flowers are harmed for the union.
Betty cries, and Curtis cries, and Owen cries, and Thandi cries, and Sadie cries, and Jen cries, and Aldous Ghent cries. But Liz doesn't cry. She's too happy to cry. Two of her favorite peopie in the world are getting married, and that doesn't happen every day After the ceremony is over, Curtis sings the song he wrote for Betty when Liz was recuperating.
Liz walks over to Thandi, who is eating an enormous piece of wedding cake.
"The first time I saw you I thought you looked like a queen," Liz says to Thandi.
"Didn't stop you from waking me up, though," Thandi replies.
"You remember that?" Liz asks. "You were barely awake at the time."
"Not much I forget, Liz. My memory's long long long." Thandi smiles, revealing two missing front teeth.
"What happened to your teeth?" Liz asks.
Thandi shrugs. "Fell out. We're not getting any older, you know."
"Isn't nine a little old to be losing your adult teeth?"
"Mine came in late the first time," Thandi replies.
Liz nods. "Getting younger is odd, isn't it?"
"Not really. Just feels like all the unimportant stuff is falling away. Like a snake shedding its skin, really." Thandi takes another bite of cake. "Being old is so heavy, really. I feel lighter every day.
Sometimes, I feel like I could fly away."
"Does it ever feel like a dream to you?" Liz asks.
"Oh no!" Thandi shakes her head. "We're not starting that again, are we?"
Liz laughs. Curtis Jest begins singing an old Machine song. "I love this song," Liz says. "I'm going to ask Owen to dance with me."
"You do that, dream girl." Thandi smiles and takes another bite of her cake.
Liz locates Owen quickly.
"I was looking for you," he says.
"Let's dance," she says, pulling Owen to the makeshift dance floor in the middle of Betty's garden.
Owen and Liz dance. From across the room, Betty holds up her champagne flute.
"Mazel tov," Liz calls to her.
"You look pretty today," Owen whispers in Liz's ear. "I like your dress."
Liz shrugs. "It's just a dress."
"Well, it's definitely better than your wet suit."
Liz laughs. She closes her eyes. She listens to the music and smells the sweet fragrances of Betty's garden. A cool wind blows Liz's bridesmaid dress against her legs, sweeping summer away.
For better or worse, this is my life, she thinks.
This is my life.
My life.
The Change
In the year Liz turns eight, Sadie becomes a puppy again.
In the months leading up to her Release, Sadie grows smaller, her fur becomes softer, her breath sweeter, her eyes clearer. She speaks less and less until she doesn't speak at all. Before her teeth fall out, she chews up several of Liz's books. Although Sadie spends most of her time napping in Betty's garden, she has strange bursts of manic activity where all she wants to do is wrestle with Paco and Jen. Both older dogs tolerate Sadie's outbursts with considerable equanimity.
In the weeks before her Release, Sadie becomes so small you can barely tell she is a puppy. She might have been a large mouse. Her eyes seal closed, and Liz has to feed her tiny drops of milk from her pinky. Sadie still seems to recognize her name when Liz says it.