They were married at the courthouse in New Orleans, and when
all the waiting around to have it approved and over with, they stepped out into
the winter-chilled Louisiana sunshine. The bride and groom hadn’t eaten all day
and were famished.
“We could look for a place in the French Quarter,” said the
groom.
The bride said, “I don’t think I can wait that long.”
“What about that place?” He pointed to a humble pink
building on the other side of the courthouse parking lot. Atop it, green
letters spelled out “MISSISSIPPI FRIED CHICKEN” as if it were the name of the
place, and beneath that it advertised BBQ Ribs and Beans and Rice. They walked
toward it. Still another of its signs read JAZZ AND DANCING.
A black man in the black coat and pants of a plantation butler
welcomed them as he opened the door. Two other patrons sat at modest tables
draped in with green and white tablecloths. The place was just about to close
for the day. “All we gots left’s fried chicken and red beans and rice,” said a
black woman in a black servant’s dress.
“That okay?” the groom asked the bride.
“Uhm-hum,” she nodded smiling.
“We’ll take it,” the groom said to the waiter. “You got any
champagne?”
“I’ll have to look. Is it some kind of special occasion?”
He chuckled. “We just got married at the courthouse across
the street about fifteen minutes ago.”
“Well, lordy, lordy, who me!” she exclaimed.
“Congratulations,” called the two black ladies dining there.
One little round table with a white tablecloth, stood on a
platform raised against the wall, separated by a railing from the rest of the
room but for a gap to allow entrance. “Well, you should sit uppie hyer,” said
the waiter.
It did seem like exactly the place for very newlyweds to
sit.
“Who married y’all?”
“Judge Sophia Spears.” This datum elicited another shriek of
delight. “Oh, she come in here sometimes. She’s nice. Her daughter goes to
school with my daughter.”
“She was nice,” the groom agreed.
The waiter brought out the champagne, and the woman was
close behind him with biscuits and butter. The woman said, “I’m’a put on some
music for y’all,” and walked over to the jukebox. Soon, the waiter was coming
out with the chicken, beans, and rice, soulful tunes were oozing into the air,
and the bride and groom thought they would live happily ever after.
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