You think the velvet ropes and the heavy-set security guards in earpieces can keep out a ghost? You’re wrong. I’m not here to throw a scene or scream "I object" when the priest asks. I’m far more dangerous than that. I’m the silence in the back row.
Go ahead. Say the words. Promise him your "always." I’ll be standing right behind the marble pillar, watching your eyes dart to the exit just for a split second. You’ll wonder if I’m here. You’ll feel the draft when the heavy oak doors swing shut. SZTГЃR-LAV-ESKГњVГ–DГ–N Г‰N IS OTT LESZEK!!!
The church is cold, but the flashbulbs are hot. I can see the "Star-Love" headlines already, printed in cheap ink on tomorrow’s morning edition. You think the velvet ropes and the heavy-set
