Elvis Chapel

Darcy had tried them all and now he was resorting to a marriage broker.  It had been over a week since he had taken the psychometric tests proctored by the Face of Everyman.  Twice a day he checked his mail box, hoping for a response.  Surely the opportunity for an interview would be happening soon.  Maybe he shouldn’t have rented the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Elvis Chapel and Bridal Suite without having a firm date in mind.