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Show 107 Karl stood against the far wall, feeling shy and out of place because every bit of conversation he could hear was in Slovak. Across the room, the bride and groom sat at a long table with Andy's mother and father, the groom's brother Vaclav, a priest, and other dressed-up people Karl supposed were members of the bridal party. Karl searched the dimly-lighted hall for Andy, and spotted him at the same time Andy saw Karl. "Hey, you made it!" Andy cried, grabbing Karl's arm. "Where's the rest of your family?" "Pop had to work late, and Mom didn't want to come without him. Mom said to tell your folks she's sorry about not coming. Here, I brought Veronica's wedding present from my mom and pop. Where should I put it?" "Over on this table by the door," Andy told him. "It's a cut-glass candy dish," Karl said. "Did you get the dollar bills for you and me to dance with Veronica?" "Yeah, they're in my pocket. The bride's dance won't be till later, though. Come on and get something to eat." Andy led Karl to a table filled with pastries and cookies shaped in crescents, bows, and balls. "That's kiflic, that's chrusciki, buchta, paherai, kolachy," Andy said, pointing to one pastry after another, amusing himself by bombarding Karl with Slovak words. "Grab a handful. You'll need strength when the dancing starts." "Dancing!" Karl drew back. "Andy, I don't know how to dance your kind of dances." |
