Fletch, Too

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Dedicated to the wananchi.

Also dedicated to Joyce and Arthur Greene.

With special thanks to Kathy Eldon and Alexey Braguine.

What astounded Fletch was that the letter written to him was signed Fletch.

“Do you, Irwin Maurice Fletcher, promise to love, honor, serve, and support in all the ways a man can support a woman …” the Preacher shouted. Down the bluff the wind was whipping up whitecaps on the Pacific Ocean. A curtain of hard rain was visible a couple of miles offshore. “…cherish, respect, encourage, relinquish all interests and endeavors which do not serve the marriage, until death do you part?”

“Who wrote this?” Fletch asked.

At his side, wind whipping her skirt, Barbara said, “I did. You never gave me a chance to discuss it with you.”

“Let’s discuss it now.”

Behind them on the bluff overlooking the sea stood their wedding guests, coat collars up, holding on to their hats.

“Be a good sport,” Barbara said. “Say you do. We’ll have plenty of time to discuss it.”

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