 It's from Georgette. It says, please cancel plans for proxy wedding. Jacques Poirot and I were married this morning. Would like, would like to have waited a while, but Jacques insisted that we'd be married this month. Sorry, Georgette. P.S. June bride, big deal. Well, I guess there won't be anything for me to do around here. Just a minute, Judge. I don't think all these preparations should go to waste.