I was very nervous about the wedding. We first met an African priest who was newly converted to the Catholic faith. Louise agreed to have a dual ceremony; my minister and her priest. He said "No way can this happen; you can't marry outside of your faith" We left and called back; this time we got an older priest who agreed to marry us and worked out a ceremony with my minister.
The day of the wedding, a different priest officiated. Louise and I stood in front of the priest and the minister and the priest went on and on for the whole ceremony. I was waiting for my minister to say something. When in was over, he turned to the minister and said "You can give the blessing." My minister gave quite a long blessing and then we marched out down the aisle. He introduced us and everyone applauded. We walked out of the church and saw Mister Duke at his car--he made it after all. We went back to Louise's house. When I unzipped her wedding gown, all the rice fell out. I jumped for joy--it was finally over--I was married. The end.