Taylor grabbed my overnight bag and got my toothbrush and tooth paste. I brushed my teeth with my three friends looking on. After I was finished, I sat on Tiffany's bed.

"Do you think you can have a little more cola and maybe some soda crackers?" Tiffany asked. "I'd like to get a little more in your stomach. Your wedding is tomorrow and it wouldn't be good if you fainted during the ceremony."

"I'll try a little," I said. "It seems to be churning less and less as time passes."

Yvonne took my glass and disappeared again, returning a few minutes later with more cola and six or seven crackers....