My siblings and I have used defcon as a way to measure the importance of problems or situations since we were little; we accompany it with a number depending on the seriousness of the matter. We’ve never used one before now.
River Phoenix:
You’re there, finally!! Where are you? Wait, defcon 1?
Priscila:
On my way. I’ll be there in five minutes.
Hugoisthestar:
Oh for fuck’s sake! We’re in the fucking church already.
Adri:
Defcon 1? Are you messing the numbers? 1 is for the most serious and 5 for the least.
Priscila:
I’m going to stop the wedding because Marcos doesn’t want to get married. How serious do you think it is?
Hugoisthestar:
Fuck. Do you need us to do something?
Priscila:
If they get to the “I do” part, stop them.
Adri:
Fuck...
Hugoisthestar:
Fuck...
River Phoenix:
Fuck...
We arrive at the church and leave the car double-parked next to the bride’s. As we walk in all eyes are on us thanks to the click of my stilettos. I look for my brothers and locate them immediately. We stand at the last row and wait. I need to come up with a plan.
We wait a little longer, but I can’t anymore, I need to do something.
“When are they going to say the ‘If anyone objects let them speak now or forever hold their peace’ thingy?” I ask Alex in a whisper.
“Pris, that only happens in the movies.”
“You think? I don’t remember if they said it at our wedding.”
“Me neither, I was focused on other things, but I’m almost sure it only happens in the movies.”
“Alex, that’s my brother over there, I can’t let him make a mistake like this. I at least have to give him a chance to avoid it. To make a commitment like this, you have to be sure. You have to love the other person. You and I met all the requirements and yet look what happened to us.”
I need my brother to take this important step in his life safely. And I need Alex to confirm that I’m doing the right thing. I need him to give me that last push.
“Do it,” he says, taking my hand.
