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Monday, 21 March 2011

Chapter Eleven - Choke on your blessings

Donna, Sarah Jane, Jenny and Amelia walked into the dress shop. Jenny and Amelia were there for their dress fittings, and Donna and Sarah-Jane were there because someone needed to be chaperoning them and they had no formal clothing for the occasion themselves.

"Ah, Miss Smith! Getting married for real this time, are you?" it was a sharp kick in the guts for her. Nobody knew of the trouble of 'false wedding' besides her, the Doctor and a few others.

"No, I'm going to a friends wedding but have nothing to wear to it. And these two need bridesmaid dresses."

"Oh, how lovely! Is it your…?"

"Our dad's wedding."

"Well, he must be a handsome man to have fathered two such beautiful girls! The lady who holds his heart must be a very lucky woman indeed."

"They're childhood sweethearts, and there's no lady involved. Our father is marrying his best friend."

The woman at the counter seemed to choke on her own cheerfulness for a moment, "He's marrying a man?"

Donna butted in, "Well, I'm hardly going to be the bride – I'm his sister and I'm already married."
After a moment of silence, Amelia turned to Sarah-Jane and said, "I think we're being served by a homophobic person, Auntie Sarah."

"That woman had no right to be that way. She can't just refuse to serve you on the basis of the sexuality of the couple who's wedding you're going to, she's never even met them!"

"Well, Jack, that's what we said, but we were still kicked out. I just hope the men haven't been kicked out of the tailors." Donna said, slumping down onto the couch, "Knew we should've just looked online… I've got all the measurements with me for no reason!"

Unlike the dress shop, in the tailors there was no tingly shop bell signalling the arrival of a customer. "And what can I do for you two gentlemen on this day? A bridegroom suit and best man suit, perhaps?"

"Ah, no. A bridegroom suit for him and a bridal suit for me." the Doctor said.

The desk clerk in the tailors was another to choke on his own cheerfulness.

"Surely you must know that gay marriage isn't an uncommon thing in this day and age?" the Master said.

The desk clerk seemed to grimace at the word 'gay', and dismissed the idea as absurd, "Gay marriage? No such thing exists in civilized society."

"Look, mate, it's the 21st century, it may be called a 'civil partnership' in certain countries but it exists and a wedding's a wedding. We can easily pay for our suits, so are we going to be served or are we going to have to take our business elsewhere?"

The desk clerk had hit a wall. These two men said they could easily afford their suits, and who was he to judge? What they did in their free time was up to them. And this shop always said it takes any business.

"Come this way, gentlemen."

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