Vienna 1 / Narrative 1 (Tics)

I, Bettina Helke, on this the eighth day of October in the year 1900, here in the ancient house of Engel, do swear to the gods that I will prevent you, Eva Engel, seized by what misconstrued promptings of Freia I know not,

from marrying Jakob Davisohn with his mop of simian hair, his bitten hands, his uncontrollable tics, and the gods only know what other monstrosities to be revealed in the nuptial bed.