Nine Tables

Nine tables evenly spaced, six chairs at each table. The banquet hall was set and the room buzzed with anticipation of the arrival of the bride and groom. The open bar provided additional fuel along with the DJ blaring the wedding playlist more than a little too loud. Fifty-four guests not counting the head table for the wedding party and nowhere for him to sit. The bride was his daughter, after all, even if he hadn’t been invited. The looks he garnered alone were worth the effort. Screw them. Screw them all. 

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