"I told you to never call me here," I said into the receiver.
"I'm so sorry," came the reply.
"For what?"
"I don't know," he said.
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"I don't know," he said. "Someone slipped me a Mickey."
"How do you know?"
"I woke up in my own bed and I have no idea how I got there."
"I see. Well, it's alright. You were fine when I saw you last."
"I didn't ruin the wedding?"
"No, you were great. Samuel Adams asked, 'Who gives this groom to be married?' and you told him that you do which is what you were supposed to do. I think it's on film."
"I don't remember," he said in a weak, pitiful voice.
"It's OK," I said watching Sarah approach with a smile.
"I'm sorry," Johnny O said again.
"I gotta go Johnny," I explained. "We're on our honeymoon. I got no business talking to you."
"I'm sorry," he repeated."It's alright. Go back to bed."
"I'm in bed."
"Well give our love to Judy."
"Alright but somebody slipped me a Mickey."
"On Tybee?"
"It had to have been."
"OK."
"Bye," he said clicking off.
"Later," I answered putting my arm around Sarah as we made our way to the little plane that would take us further south.
