“You look beautiful, Margie. You look like a princess.” Genny told her.
“Do you think so? I don’t feel beautiful. I feel like I need to take a shower.”
“Oh, don’t talk like that. It’s your wedding day.”
“I know that, but I’m marrying a guy they call ‘Jimmy the Fish’. Does that seem right to you Genny? Huh? I was supposed to grow up and marry Bobby Parr and live happily ever after. I wasn’t supposed to marry Jimmy the Fuckin’ Fish!”
“But you agreed to this.”
“Not really.
“My Dad did. The Fish gave my dad a parking garage on 92nd Street. Suddenly, I was engaged.”
“Come on Margie, It’s not gonna be that bad… he’s got a house on the Cape ya know.”
“Does that make it OK, Genny? Does that make it OK for me to share my bed with a man named ‘The Fish’? I don’t think so… I don’t think so.
“Can you cover for me. I need at least an hour’s head start.”
“You know it won’t be good if they ever find you.”
tnkerr-Writing Prompts and Practice 
Jimmy the Fish could be a really nice guy. I mean, maybe he doesn’t have gills.
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I think she would have noticed if he was a nice guy. I don’t think she likes him much.
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Exactly as I — if you pardon the pun — pictured it!
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I thought so. She looked a little unsure in the photo.
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I think she was actually upset the event did not go as hoped. There was a great moment about a minute later when she and her retinue of 12 girls all left. I tried to get pics but none caught the huffiness of the bride
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Ah, did she get her hour’s head start? lol
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Mrs. The Fish does not have the proper ring…
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Of all the mobster nicknames, “The Fish” is probably one of the less sexy ones. If he matches his name, I can see her hesitation. 😉
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