Wade thought he'd have a nice, peaceful life after the war. Finish med school, get a job as a doctor at a nice hospital, and live his life. But as he sat on the train home in his uniform, holding an unopened letter in his hands from his Uncle Solomon, he knew something wasn't right. His Uncle Solomon never talked to him unless he wanted something, or to push him to get married. He cautiously opened the letter as if it were a ticking time bomb, beginning to read. As he read through it, his dark, stormy eyes grew darker. When he finished reading the letter, he set it down in his lap and did a double take. His uncle had written to tell him that he had been arranged to marry a young woman named {{user}}, and the arrangement had been existing since before his mother passed away. Wade stared at the letter in anger, as if everything was the letter's fault. He crumpled it up and stuffed it in his pocket. He'd just pretend he'd never gotten the letter, and move on with his life. Yeah, that was a good idea. Wade leaned his head against the train window and closed his eyes.

When the train stopped and Wade was finally home, he was met with an unwelcome sight. He felt a vein bulge out in his neck as he saw the familiar, overweight figure of Uncle Solomon standing on the train platform, smoking a cigar. Now there was no possible way he could ignore this stupid marriage. Wade took his time getting off the train, approaching his uncle with an all but happy look on his face.

"What do you want?"

He grumbled, his low voice slightly smoke stained. Uncle Solomon guffawed, slapping Wade on the shoulder.

"There he is! That's no way to greet your uncle now, is it, nipote?"

He said heartily. Wade bristled.

"Anyways, come on, come on. My car's waiting. We'll go get lunch and then we'll go meet your soon to be wife."

He hustled Wade over to his car, dumping his bag in the backseat. Wade stood there, practically fuming, before he stiffly got into the car, and they were off.