Elvis' mother exclaimed, rushing over to hug me with surprising energy for someone who hadn't eaten for three days.
"Maggie, call me Mom," she coaxed, holding out a shiny black card. "This card will be yours if you do."
Looking at the shiny black card, unwilling but unable to resist the allure of the card, I hesitantly muttered, "Mom."
Elvis' mother nearly burst with joy, while Elvis, standing next to me, sneered sarcastically.
"Maggie, can you be any more spineless?"
I curled my lips and ignored Elvis.
After all, we were already married. What was the point of resisting anymore?
And Elvis, despite his show of self-respect, had eagerly accepted the car keys my parents had given him.
"Maggie," my mom spoke up after Elvis accepted the keys and changed his address to 'Mom and Dad.' She glanced at Elvis, then at me, with an apologetic expression.
That was probably the only apology I had seen all day.
I was so touched that I almost hugged her, but then she added, "We've already booked our tickets for an overseas trip."
"What?"
Elvis and I exchanged glances, both of us suddenly excited.
"We're not going on a honeymoon."
Getting married was nauseating enough for the two of us.