Yes, at half past two 💍

It rained that morning, and grandma said rain brings luck. At half past two they said yes, in the town hall on the market square, with thirty-eight people on folding chairs and a photographer who had run out of film too soon. Afterwards there was a tent in the garden. The band knew eleven songs, so those eleven came round three times. Halfway through the last one the power went out, and they simply danced on in the dark. Forty years later they are still here. We bought them this minute. Not the day, not the year: this one minute, the one it began on.