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Mañana para la mañana
by DebZ
Last week we learned how Constanza cornered Wolfgang into talk of . See how the resourceful llama responds, in this latest bulletin from the Fantasy Archers topic of .
"Hells bells!" exclaimed Wolfgang as he flung himself down on the grass beside Constanza totally out of breath and panting heavily, "Thad was near run theeng - as Duke of Welleengton once remark!"
"Whad was?" asked Constanza, absently as she concentrated hard on her lace making.
"I juss passeeng time of day weeth sheeps ad Brookfeeld, when I nearlee found myself een sheep deep! Good job Jed saw me!"
"Duke of Welleengton go een sheep deep? I do hope he keep hees boods on."
Wolfgang glared at her. "I theenk he talkeeng 'boud baddle of…Nefair mind." He paused thoughtfully. "Leesten, I beet concerned 'boud askeeng Ourruthee to our weddeeng…"
"Our weddeeng?" Bobbins and thread went flying, as finally Constanza gave Wolfgang her full attention, "Our wedding!!!"
"Si," Wolfgang wrinkled his nose, "Apparentlee she plan go Oleever and Caroline's een her birthday suid! Nod quide whad I haf een mind ad all!"
"Our wedding," insisted Constanza, a little breathlessly.
"Sometimes," reflected Wolfgang, "I wonder eef there nod streak of eensanitee run een Archer familee. Daveed actuallee lookeeng forward to goieeng shoppeeng for new clothses…An' talkeeng of madness, whad you make of thees idea of Madd?"
"Whad Crawford come up weeth thees time?"
"No, nod Madd, Madd - Eean's amiga."
"Weell," Constanza allowed herself to be momentarily distracted, "Madd obviouslee short for Madelaine - which ees 'nother name for Magdalen, wheech ees moss likelee where she end, eef you see whad I mean!"
"Eendeed!" responded Wolfgang, not seeing at all.
"Howefer, I haf no need of such services when WE ARE MARRIED! When are we geddeng married?"
"Hokey," Wolfgang withdrew his pocket organiser from the deep recesses of his backpack, "I haf heet few snags, bud…"
"Snags? Whad snags?"
Wolfgang raised an admonitory hoof. "Nihil desparandum," he said, "I sure all weel resolve eetself een time. Now, Wessmeenster Catheedral fullee booked unteel Julio 2008…"
"Wessmeenster Catheedral?" Constanza's eyes fairly popped out of her head.
"Si, si, I know," Wolfgang shook his head sorrowfully, "I deed reeng Vatican and had juss say 'Voglio parlare con il Papa', when I realise eet no good."
"You Italian?" enquired Constanza sympathetically.
"When I realise we nod haf passpords, so we haf ged married een Eengland," snapped Wolfgang. "Wessmeenster Abbee and San Paulo's ( they stard off as catholeec churches so thees nod problemo) tell me they onlee do societee and royal weddeengs. I deed remonstrade weeth them, but then I theenk of Beeshop Cyreel."
"Felpersham," murmured Constanza, her mind awash with the vision of her, dressed in lace mantilla and matching pale ivory ribbons, embroidered with tiny seed pearls walking triumphantly through the street of the medieval city, a strong smell of orange blossom perfuming the air."
"Unfordunadelee, I forged he reetireeng," continued Wolfgang.
Constanza's dream popped like a soap bubble.
"Aneeway, eef worse come to worse we make do weeth San Estevio's - I sure Alan do eet eef we eenvide heem an' Usha to recepcÃon. Wheech breeng me to nex' snag. Where we hold recepcÃon? Grey Gables ees obveeous choice, an' maybee Leenda ged us deescound…"
"Lower Loxlee?" suggested Constanza.
"Hmm, I nod sure," said Wolfgang gravely, "Look whad happen to leettle Montee. Eef Leenda and Roberto een such desparade financial straits, maybee we ged leff there!"
"Waagh! Jax café, the Bull upstairs or downstairs, veellage green, José feeld, I doan care!" wailed Constanza in desperation.
"Eef you sure…" Wolfgang tapped a note into his organiser.
"So when eet to be?"
"Now you breeng me to moss eemportante problemo. You mama."
"Mi madre?"
"I nod quide sure when she free eggsacklee,"
"She nod meess my weddeeng for all maté een Andes!"
"Thad nod eempression she geeve me een her eemail."
"Whad preeciselee deed she say?" Constanza eye Wolfgang suspiciously.
"Weell," sighed Wolfgang, "I haf bee veree deeplomateec, seence she theenk we alreadee married, so I send her message askeeng when she like come veeseet me…"
"³§¾±â€¦"
"An' she reply, moss eneegmaticalee een my opineeon, thad thees side of eternitee be too soon for her. So you see, I reallee nod able to sed definade date for weddeeng…"
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