1. i am kidnapped by "old friends," one who was formerly a flamboyant man is now a flamboyant female person who goes by "Ciao." They pick me up near a strip mall, at night in suburbia in their sports car. Ciao and desiree have catty dialogue. They congratulate me on getting married and i realize that they're bringing me to my fiance.
2. I'm hanging out with him and he's telling me that my friend has been trying to sleep with him. I haven't slept with him in years. He says "sometimes a man just doesn't want to have sex with a woman." We are holding hands and he looks maybe about to cry. I "remember" all the little trysts he had with other men. I nod.
3. We are marrying for convienience but no one knows. His family is paying for everything in the wedding. They are dressing me up like their little daughter-in-law doll. I don't mind. I like them despite their bland materialism; they are witty and intelligent. He's so handsome it doesn't even matter that we haven't fallen in love conventionally yet. I feel like it's ok for me to be excited about the dress and the garter and the cake and the lists. we're doing well with each other. We take a shower together in a motel room with the highway in the background going. We are spending a long time looking into each others' eyes, with shower making a strange wet static between us. I wonder if he has mixed feelings about being as aroused as he is.
4. i'm outside bellavender house, picking up bushels of lavender. one bushel from last year is completely bleached by the sun. some of it turns into wheat and the kernels come out of the shaft and tumble to the ground. i wonder if i should be making money through the lavender. Someone I don't recognize calls "honey" from the porch. I wonder if its my fiance.
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