Watching the Sharks

I know it is my wedding day but I need to study the sharks a bit longer Her mother left her then. Her sister kept harping for a bit Eventually wandering away too What am I getting into? She asked the sharks. Is he a good man, or will the evil side come out? She had a friend whose husband turned into an abuser The sharks swam past at a leisurely pace She stood there for a long time, communing They answered her in the best way they could. I am ready, she told her father. Are we going up the aisle or out the back door? He asked. She loved him so, he knew her better than all the others.