Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Little Gangster (Pt. 12) The Wedding, A Fresh Start

"Look Jet, you and Tiffany have been a couple for almost three years. I'm not sure what is going on. You two can get married in Church or in this house next month. I want you to work for me, Jet, we are opening a branch office in San Jose. I want to put you through a training program so that you can learn the business fast. I know you can do it." Everything happened so fast as the days passed. Jet broke the relationship with Leti, and Leti was not pleased. Jet did not tell Leti about Tiffany, or of his plans to get married. Jet sensed trouble. He quit his job at the community college. He shared his concerns with the Olsons. They suggested he move out of East L.A. They offered him a small, one bedroom house to live in, located in the back yard of the property. He started fixing it up. He started working for Mr. Olson. During the evenings, They all ate together. Tiffany was employed by her dad but she worked at home. Every day, Jet reported to work at Mr. Olson's office, learning from the bottom up; the accounting business. Jet was focused, driven and a hard worker. He was in love. The Olsons and Jet made their plans for the wedding. The circumstances were not normal. Everyone understood. But things could have been a lot worse. The day finally came. June 25, 1973. It was a simple wedding at the house. Albeit, it had an elegant appeal. Close friends and family, mostly classy, educated people helped to create a cordial and accepting atmosphere. The weather was pleasant, and the socializing fun and friendly. Dusk arrived. The bride and groom bid their farewell , and with much gratitude hugged everyone goodbye. Jet and Tiffany had their bags already packed. Tiffany's cousin took them to the airport. They boarded a flight which took them to San Francisco for their honeymoon. After one week they headed to San Jose and began to occupy their three bedroom town house in a gated community of San Jose. They were happy. Things were really looking great.

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