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His reverence, was celebrating both occasions with holy spirits. You know, I almost pee'd my pants when the good father, hah - at the reception, .." turning to doctor Macaluso briefly to not keep him excluded, ".. gave his dinner blessing and then began reciting the whole bloody wedding ceremony again! Damn, he was blitzed." He guffawed to a grand gesture landing his hands on his hips. With that, Shannon got her hand back. He looked as if he were choreographed in a three musketeers scene. Doctor Macaluso had mentally painted in a sword hanging in its scabbard from the man's middle, while wondering when he would swing on a conveniently appearing chandelier. Shannon, on the other hand, was thoroughly engaged in this. "Oh God. Yes," She chuckled with rolling eyes, "Most couples don't have second vows until their twenty-fifth or fiftieth anniversary, if at all. What was their's? Three hours later? Although, ..." pausing in reflection, "I liked their vows better the second time. I mean, how many times do you have marriage vows with a drunken groom grabbing the bride's ass and staring down her cleavage?" "No! I didn't see that!" Price was leaning backward, still with his hands poised like a Hollywood swashbuckler. "Well, I did. John's got a picture of your son-in-law with a fist full of your daughter's buttock. Speaking of which, did my bad boy twist your arm for you to come and preside over this meeting?" with a my-John-is-a-naughty-boy face. "No. No. Not at all. Nobody twists these arms. I'm here just for the kick off. A little show of serious intent is all you need from me," again making a grand smile with a puffed out chest and a very self certain expression drawn across the eyebrows. Macaluso's inner beast suddenly roused. Serious intent? Translated? Power? Why