"You're wearing white?"

She blushed, and for some reason that encouraged me.

"How about a little hokey-pokey with the best man, for old times' sake?" I whispered.

"The old times were good," she said, and left it at that.

"I want to hear all about the honeymoon," I said, holding her close as we danced. "I'll give you a ring when you get back."

"No, you won't." She smiled a little too wisely. "I guess I always knew you never would."