Dennis Freeland

My agent said the gig for the wedding commercial was easy and would pay well. He was half right. I loved the money.

The difficult part was waiting for each take and having passersby congratulate me on my big day. You’ll love marriage, they said. Wait until you have children, they told me. Make sure you never take each other for granted, they reminded me.

The silk dress cradled the wind, and the director asked me if everything was okay. I nodded, and he knew I was lying. “Let me guess: You just broke up with someone,” he said. He waved his hands, dismissing his livelihood. “Let’s forget all this for the day. I’m going to buy you a drink. Maybe three.” At that moment, he was the kindest man I’d ever met.

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