The wedding scene here is hardly detailed, but to a six or seven-year-old introvert, the sights and sounds can be overwhelming.
Jake knew his time was short, so he flipped over the chair in the living room and climbed underneath it. He positioned his hands as if he were holding a joystick and moved them right and left. He made a roaring sound as he feigned adding power to his makeshift jet. For a moment, he imagined himself in the air. He looked to one side and saw another jet as his wingman. He waved to the pilot, his father, and he smiled and waved back.
The voice startled him and brought him back to his view of the upholstered seat of the chair. “Yeah, Mom?”
“Why aren't you getting ready? We need to go soon!” She pulled him out from under the chair and straightened it.
“Aw Mom, can't I have a little fun?”
She dragged him to his room where the suit she had spent a month getting to fit right lay on the bed. She pointed to it and started to pull off his shirt.
“I hate ties.”
“It's a clip on. It won't kill you.”
“It's the top button that chokes me!”
He gagged lightly as his mother buttoned his shirt to the top and put the tie on. She pulled down his pants.
“Mom! I can do this myself!”
She let go. “I don't have time for this! I need to get dressed too!” She left him with his pants off. He stared at the pants she wanted him to wear. She had forbade him from wearing them at any time except during fittings and they were flat, crisp and clean. He put them on and the material scratched his thighs. He sighed and then put on the belt. All that was left was the shoes and socks. He picked up the pair of black socks and sat on his bed.
Jerry came in, already dressed. “Hurry up loser. Mom says you'd better be ready to go in five minutes or she's leaving you behind!”
“Wouldn't be the first time.”
Jerry grabbed him by the tie and forced him to stand up. “Listen dipwad, this is her special day. Don't you ruin it by acting stupid!”
He let go and Jake did his best to straighten out his shirt and tie. “I'll be good if you will!” He wanted to kick Jerry, but his feet were still bare and he knew he'd only hurt himself. He stared at the hard shoes he was going to wear and realized that if he kicked Jerry with those he'd probably scuff them, and he had spent half an hour shining them. He sighed, put on his socks and his shoes. They were loafers, and he was glad. He wasn't very good at tying shoes yet.
He went out to the den, where the rest of the family stood. Priscilla approached him and straightened his tie again and then looked him over.
“How did you wrinkle your shirt already?”
“You wouldn't believe me.” He glared at Jerry, who snickered.
She gave an exasperated sigh and pulled his jacket tighter over the wrinkled part. “Maybe the jacket will hide it.” She fussed over him until their mother came out. She wore a simple green dress. Priscilla had been disappointed that she wasn't wearing a traditional wedding dress, but Mom had told her that was for first time brides only.
Mom scanned the troops quickly, fidgeted with Jake's tie, shirt and jacket and then sighed. She licked her hand and tried to pat down the part of his hair that always wanted to stick up. Jake shuddered. “Let's go!”
Jake had never been to a wedding before. The sights, sounds and people made him want to crawl away. But this was an important day for his mother and he resisted all urges, and just tried to smile as people he didn't know grabbed his hand and shook it, or hugged him, or tried to talk to him. The ceremony itself was simple. “To have and to hold...” He didn't understand the meaning, but he understood the sentiment.
Afterward, he smiled as pictures were taken, then found his social energy was waning and longed for home and the relative peace of his room.