“Father,” I said as I followed him, “is it true that the lower classes choose their mates themselves?”
“I believe so,” Father replied. “Disgusting practice...but then, I suppose marriage is meaningless to the workers, isn’t it? They’re not like us.”
We stopped in front of the Bridal Curtain.
“It is a good match,” Father said. “Our family corporation, merged with your bride’s, will dominate six entire industries.”
“Yes, Father.” Together we recited the Pledge to the Corporate States of America. Then Father’s voice rang out:
“Bring forth my son’s bride!”
The curtain parted.
God bless the CSA.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Saturday Centus (Monday edition)
Obviously, since I was out of town, I was unable to do this week's Saturday Centus on Saturday. So here it is, on Monday.