Charlie was 5 foot short with brown hair down past his ears. “A haircut is what you need,” his father would of said, if he was alive. Charlie stood, his hands chilled, on a small wooden dock. Next to a man who was smiling like a woodchuck with walnuts in his mouth. This strange man’s cheeks puffed out but there was nothing in his mouth. Charlie could see between the smile. “Are you ready?” said the strange man. Charlie jumped out if his black polished dress shoes. He had prepared for this day for two years and nine months but he was nervous as all get out. His hands clammy, his knees weak but Charlie was ready to get married.