'I, Denise Cooke, take thee, Redford DeMoss, to be my lawful husband . . . '
No wait . . . I did that already. I married a hunky US Marine I'd met only hours before. (The uniform did it). The wedding night - week - was spectacular. Then Redford went back to the Gulf. And I went back to my real life.
I'm dating Barry the stockbroker these days; but I think about Redford . . . a lot. And now I'm about to see my 'ex-husband' again. So why am I flustered? It's not as if Redford plans to take me back . . . or take me - gulp - to bed . . .
