When I turned to look at Kelly, she was smiling and raising one eyebrow and shaking her head with a look in her eyes that said, "You had better guard ...your heart, there, Romeo. This girl just might be going off the deep end with you!" I don't have ESPN, as my buddy Clete would say, but for some reason I could read that message in Kelly's eyes very clearly. Okay, maybe I could feel it in the intensity of Adele's gaze at me, as well as feeling it in the intensity of her hugs and kisses.I could. I couldn't believe she did that to me, and submerged myself in work for the next week, but kept coming back to the memory of her laughing down at me. It made me furious. I moped around my apartement, now with her gone, having moved in with her new, rich boyfriend. I did all the working out and excercising that gave her those benefits, because she was too lazy to do anything. I thought she loved me, and wanted to make her happier with that, but now. Finally, I got angry and decided. I lowered the knife to the hem of her dress, gasped the material taut and slit the garment straight up the front, the sharp tool easily slicing the embroidered pattern across her flat chest. She whimpered and I raised the knifepoint again and she started to cry silently. I stroked her lardy puppy fat chest and rotund stomach, which had no sign of a waistline and noting the almost imperceptible, pale, little smudges where her nipples had sprouted. There was kind of more fat than tit. I smoothed. What the hell was wrong with me? Elaine and I showed up for the wedding. Sherry looked so nice in her wedding dress. It was hard to believe my little sister was all grown up and getting married.Elaine sat in the pew near my family. They all welcomed her but she was a little stand-offish. I could tell she really didn't want to be friends with my family.I was talking with the other groomsmen when I spotted Sarah. She looked so beautiful in her blue dress. All during the ceremony, I couldn't get.