Another family wedding at Grandpa’s beach house, but this time Kenny wasn’t happy. He knew he’d still participate as always but this time he’d be picking up pieces of his broken heart along the way. Grandpa asked him to clean the garage and fill the tiki torches with new oil. “Same old messy jobs” he thought….”perfect.”
The bride to be was his second cousin, Angie. Kenny treasured memories of the summers they’d spent together at Grandpa’s beach. He remembered them playing in the ocean, bon fires at night and giggling until Grandpa tucked them in up the loft. As teenagers the nights in the loft eventually became clandestine nights of sweet discovery. As their hearts pounded and their hands explored, Kenny knew she loved him too.
But growing up meant responsibilities and new relationships. Angie stopped coming to the beach and began her life with a new bunch of friends. Soon there was news of Grant, everyone said he was just a spoiled little rich kid, but when Kenny heard of the wedding he cried for days.
As he carried the torches to the side of the house he missed Angie more than ever, it was always “their” job. Tears fell with the oil as he filled up the torches that accidently spilled all over the grass.
The moon was full and the crowd marveled at the torch light and scent of gardenia blossoms as the beach wedding proceeded beautifully.
During the festivities, Grant snuck around the house in the dark with some girl. Laughing, he whispered, “Ha! They think I have money…….wait till old gramps kicks off and Angie bitch gets a fucking fortune…..then you and I will be sittin pretty.” Grant pulled some pot out of his pocket and said…”let’s celebrate”…..hurry go get us a lighter”.
As the girl ran into the house, oil penetrated Grant’s trousers, a match was lit and flung into the grass, a huge light exploded at the side of the house. It was quick and no one could save him. Angie ran crying into Kenny’s embrace.
Grandpa stuffed the matchbook back in his pocket.