The Delayed Wedding preview

book preview of The Delayed Wedding



The Delayed Wedding is special
as it is concerned with “everyday people” and how they react to
critical situations. It is not a book of heroes or of those individuals who
bear little resemblance to the real world.
Mistakes are made while the characters’ faults and inadequacies rise to the
fore. This occurs against the background of a series of interesting events
experienced by the main characters Sally and Geoffrey Hume.
On their wedding day Geoffrey fails to arrive. What has happened to him?
They eventually marry and Geoffrey takes up a post-graduate scholarship at
Yale University in the USA. Having spent their lives studying at school and
university in Brisbane, travelling to and then across the USA is an exciting
Being just married, living in the college of an Ivy League University and
being away from home and friends for the first time all in a foreign culture
present many interesting situations that the reader identifies with and
The book concludes with them starting a family back in Australia and facing
many of the problems with their children that readers will be familiar with.

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Format: Paperback

Number of pages:

Genre:  Fiction





Author: Mollie

Imprint: Poseidon

Publisher: Poseidon Books

Date Published: November 2003

Language: English


Mollie was born in Sydney
in 1916 and grew up in Queanbeyan until the age of 12 when she attended Sydney
Girls High School having won a bursary.  Mollie
had a consuming passion for the piano and at the age of 9 years became an
“Associate Of The London College Of Music” and at 10 years a
“Licentiate” of the same institution.  At
11 years old Mollie achieved the position of 
“Associate Of The Victorian College Of Music”.

While playing for the choir
of the Queanbeyan Anglican Church she met and married 
Andrew, the choirmaster.   They
settled in Canberra and raised 6 children. It was at this time that Mollie
discovered she had a natural interest and ability in poetry and short story
writing.  Upon retirement in 1961
and with 5 children gone their separate ways, Molly and Andrew moved to the Gold
Coast.  Here Molly further developed
her interest in poetry and short story writing, taking a correspondence course
from “The Famous Writer’s School”  in
the USA (1971).  Mollie had 2 short stories published by Peter Hall’s
Writer’s World (TOBAGO PTY LTD) in “Short Stories ‘93” and another 3 in
“Short Stories ‘95”.  Showing
a diversity of talent, Mollie had 5 of her poems published in “Writer’s
World 1993 Poetry Anthology”.  Several
other poems were published by The International Society of Poets” during the
1990’s.  In 1998 and 2001 Mollie attended The World Convention of The
International Society of Poets in Washington DC (USA), each time  
receiving a “Poet of Merit Award” consisting of a “Plaque” and 

 Mollie wrote “The Delayed Wedding”, a story with an
interesting but feasible plot so other people could gain the same pleasure in
reading it that Mollie had in creating it. 
It is an expression of Mollie’s wide and varied interaction with people
from all social levels in unusual and amusing situations.

Chapter 1

 My Wedding Day

I awoke to the song of the pied butcherbird’s
flute-like melody outside my sun-drenched window, while the embroidered pink
Terylene curtains stirred in the gentle breeze, blowing against the pale green
wall.  Then I lay thinking of the
day’s exciting activities because today is our “Wedding Day.”     

My petite, blonde mother entered the green-carpeted
bedroom, carrying two cups of tea, with a wheatmeal biscuit in each of the
matching saucers. 

“What a beautiful morning, Sally,” she exclaimed
as she placed them on the maple bedside table, near my pink terylene covered

“Thanks, Mumsie. 
Is it a dream?”  I looked into her sparkling blue eyes.

“Am I, Sally Gray, to marry Geoffrey Hume, the
promising young architect half the girls in town are crazy about? 
Is it really going to happen this afternoon at 2 o’clock?”

“That’s right. I’ve put another lot of presents
on the coffee table in the lounge, dear.  Don’t
forget you and the bridesmaids are due at the hairdressers at 9.” 
Mum spoke in her clear contralto voice. 
She looked adorable wearing a long quilted, mauve housecoat. We drank our
tea and chatted, sitting in the grey bedroom chairs beside the wing-mirrored,
maple duchess.  The warm, March
morning sped by

It seemed no time until I was dressed in my white
satin bridal gown, with the fashionable, off-the shoulder scalloped neckline. 
Attached to the tightly fitted bodice was the long full skirt, trimmed
with a trail of white Guipure lace carnations down the left side.  A short tulle veil stitched to a tiny white pillbox hat fell
over my shiny, blonde hair.  In
addition, I carried a posy of crimson carnations and white sweet peas, tied with
long lengths of white satin ribbon.

A few minutes later, my distinguished father, the
artist Adrian Gray, a man of medium height, with dark hair slightly greying at
the temples, accompanied me to “The Kingdom Hall” in our black Daimler.

As we alighted from the comfortable red-seated car,
two attendants requested us to go into a room that adjoined the Hall.

“Why?  What’s
wrong?”  I asked.

“Geoff hasn’t arrived yet.” Jack Curtis, a tall
groomsman, in a dress suit and tails, flushed with embarrassment.

“He’s a nice one to ask me not to keep him
waiting.  I’ll have to rubbish him
about this, eh Jack?”  I smiled at
Geoff’s dark-haired, university friend.

“You’re a good sport, Sally. 
Geoff’s a lucky guy,” he commented, shutting the shiny car door.                                    

I smiled at my worried mother, while entering the
small, pale green-walled room, adjoining the main entrance.  
“Geoff’s probably delayed in a traffic jam.”

“Most likely,” Mum nodded, looking relieved.

“At least I can relax and admire everyone’s
frocks.”   I sat in the
velvet-covered chairs and gazed around the room, thankful that the window was

“Aren’t my bridesmaids a picture?” 
I asked mother, who was elegantly dressed in navy silk, with a spray of
crimson rosebuds on her right shoulder. Navy accessories completed her outfit.

“I think the crimson and white colour scheme’s
gorgeous, don’t you?” I added.

“Yes.”  Mumsie
smiled an enthusiastic agreement, as I observed my bridesmaids. Firstly there
was Gaye, my elder, brown-haired sister along with my two school friends,
Bettina Marsh and Lynette Bostock, who were both tall, slim and attractive.  
Poor Gaye kept the junior maids, Sue and Delwyn, out of mischief,
although she looked tired after the pre-wedding festivities.

The minutes ticked slowly away without any sign of
Geoff.  Through a common door I
could see well-groomed guests waiting patiently in their rows of velvet covered
chairs, admiring the cream-carpeted hall and the pale green walls with their
Heritage trim.  They enjoyed the
clove perfume from the large bowls of crimson and white carnations placed around
the hall. 

Some were chatting in groups, enjoying the up-building
fellowship with their loving brothers and sisters, while enjoying the background
music of melodious Kingdom songs, played by a congregation pianist. 
Only a few peered anxiously in our direction.

The ushers, my younger brother Rex, Geoff’s brother
Jock, and Geoff’s friend Adrian, a white carnation in their lapels, stood in a
group, just waiting for they knew not what.

Bald Uncle Jock’s black bow tie was askew. 
Auntie Irene, an attractive brunette, was joking about the number of
times she had to straighten it.

I noticed Allan Maher, the other tall groomsman,
holding Bettina’s sheaf of white gladioli, while she adjusted her brown, wavy
hair.  Allan, sporting a small,
black moustache, looked elegant in dress suit and tails.

As I gazed around the room, acknowledging the
greetings of my various relatives, I observed that Allan and Bettina made a
handsome couple. But where can Geoff be?  My
thoughts flew back to last night.  Bettina
and Lyn had arrived on the afternoon plane, when Geoff had suggested we have
dinner with them. It was a wonderful evening of fun and dancing. Geoff’s
goodnight kiss had been that of an ardent lover. 

“Just think, darling, after to-morrow you’ll be my
wife,” he whispered and gave me a hug. 

“I can hardly wait for two o’clock.” 
These certainly were not the words of a half-hearted bridegroom. 

I turned to Mumsie who was talking to Auntie Irene, an
attractive woman smartly dressed in a beige lace ensemble.

“Something’s happened to Geoff, Mother, but
what?” I agonised shrugging my shoulders helplessly.

“Surely if he’d had an accident, we’d have been
notified by now.”  I looked the
other way to hide my trembling lips.

Mr. Brown, our Presiding Elder and also the participating marriage celebrant,
checked the time with my brother Ted, the best man and then came over to me
through the open door.  He was a
short man with dreamy dark eyes under bushy brows. 
“I’m so sorry, Sally.  I’ve
another appointment my dear.”

“That’s alright, Bill. 
I’m sure there’s a good explanation. 
Geoff would never let me down like this.” 
I felt myself blush as I spoke.

“No, I don’t think he would either, Sally.”  
Smiling gently he walked quietly away.

The ushers quickly explained the situation to our
guests, who filed out of The Kingdom Hall, speculating on the reason for
Geoff’s absence.  Friendly little
groups formed, as friends chatting quietly together, before moving off to the
reception rooms to hopefully enjoy what was to have been our wedding breakfast.  

I walked out to the car in a dream and then sank into
the comfortable back seat, thankful for my parent’s support as we drove home. 
It was a nightmare, definitely not the happiest day of my life.

The girls and I changed into cool casual frocks and
sandals, before coming downstairs for tea. 
Rosa, our gem of a housemaid efficiently prepared a buffet meal. 
Platters of sliced ham and lamb, glass bowls of crisp salad with green
lettuce, red tomatoes and radish, carrot straws and sliced cucumber with
mayonnaise were ready for everyone to serve themselves.

Seated in the orange-backed chairs around the polished
teak table, my parents and guests valiantly tried to make polite conversation,
but the bottom had fallen out of my world. 
If only I knew what had happened to Geoff?





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