The Wedding I'm standing in front of a mirror putting on makeup and brushing my hair. There are voices downstairs, the voices of my family and friends who have gathered here today to see me marry my sister. Nevermind that we are both already married, nevermind that we have no plans on living together, this marriage ceremony is something special that only sisters can do. Our family, even our husbands, are excited and happy for us. I look at the ring I've chosen for my sister and hope she likes it, it's a gold band that will look lovely with her tanned skin. I haven't seen the ring she chose for me yet, but I hear it is delicate and silver, like an icicle. She will wear my ring on her right hand. It's more difficult for me, though, since I wear a wedding ring on each hand already, but we'll figure it out. I'm so happy. Later, I am walking with Jef and a Belgian sci-fi writer. Jef starts giving me a hard time about a light comment I made in which I said that my deepest fear in life was that I would never get an Easy Bake Oven. He takes me literally, not realizing that the comment was a joke. Meanwhile, our sci-fi friend is telling us the plot of his latest novel, something about Martians who blend into society and make their living by selling wooden carvings and goat cheese. The three of us go to a cafe for a snack. There are a bunch of neglected and deformed children sitting at a table by themselves. One little girl is nothing more than a head coming out of a shoe. This really touches me and I keep an eye on her, worried that someone will step on her face. Just as I am choosing a storybook to read to the kids, I wake up.