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confusion, Jane said, “I had an emergency call on my cell phone and had to leave. The emergency is over. I hope the lady I was with took my order home.“
“So she did,“ the waiter said. “And she looked quite angry as she left.“
Jane didn’t speak until he was gone and grinned at Shelley. “Mad as a hornet.“
When they’d both finished eating, Shelley said, not surprisingly, “Let’s go shopping for what you want to wear for your other mother-in-law’s wedding.“
They found a long, slim black almost floor-length silk skirt that fit Jane perfectly. She wanted to see it at least three times from the back. “That’s the view the whole audience will see.“
To their delight, the clerk tapped at the dressing room door and said, “There is a matching jacket for this. Would you like to see it?“
“Oh yes,“ the two of them said in unison.
The clerk returned with the jacket in two sizes. The first looked droopy. The second was perfect. Cut in a princess style to show off that she still had a waist, she said, “I’ll take this, too. Thank you.“
Shelley said, “You haven’t even looked at the price tags.“
“I hope both are expensive. It would make me happy to spend what Thelma thinks I wouldn’t be able to afford if she’d put herself in such a greedy, grasping plot to take away my third of the pharmacy profits.“
Shelley grinned. “You’re absolutely right, Jane. Now let’s see if we can find a blouse in carmine red while you’re in a throwing-away money mode.“
They failed to find the right blouse at the store where they got the suit, and Jane said, “That’s okay. In fact, it’s a good thing. We should have checked at the tux place to see if they have carmine cummerbunds. Or we could make some to match when we do find the right blouse. But we could pick the shoes today.“
“I don’t think so. We probably need to make sure you have the right color carmine shoes.“
Chapter Ten
They struck out on finding a good blouse and Jane said, “I’m sick to death of shopping. Maybe I have something at home I could wear.“
This turned out to be every bit as fruitless as shopping, but Jane made the best of it and purged a lot of things she hadn’t worn for at least three years.
“Jane, that’s a great skirt and jacket but you look more like a widow than a bride, to tell the truth. It would be great for a cocktail party.“
“But I am a widow.“
“Of course you are. But for this ceremony you should look like a bride, not a widow.“
“You’re right. But I might take this outfit back. I’m never invited to cocktail parties.“
“Neither am I, except for Paul’s meetings with his managers. But it would be great for fancy dinners, and it really flatters you.“
Jane sat down on the heap of clothing now on her bed waiting to be recycled to a battered women’s shelter and said, “Okay. I’ve made a non-decision decision. I’m keeping the skirt and jacket and I’m wearing the emerald dress to both the real and fake wedding. Mel loves it when I wear that dress and very few people will know I’d already worn it for the civil wedding. And we can forget all about matching fabrics for the cummerbunds for the tuxes.“
With this shopping victory stalled out for all time, Jane was relieved that she could get on with real life. Going out to lunches with Shelley or dinners with Mel, doing research for her next book, gawking at the rapid progress of the room addition. She also kept asking the workers questions about what they were doing. They were kind to her. She brought them iced tea and sodas to ensure they’d remain tolerant of her.
The room was almost starting to look like a room, not a place to roller skate. Timbers were going up, firmly attached to the foundation.
She was told that electricity had to be next. There were several copies of Jack’s blueprints. The overall structure. Where electrical lines went. Where windows of precise dimensions would be put in were
“So she did,“ the waiter said. “And she looked quite angry as she left.“
Jane didn’t speak until he was gone and grinned at Shelley. “Mad as a hornet.“
When they’d both finished eating, Shelley said, not surprisingly, “Let’s go shopping for what you want to wear for your other mother-in-law’s wedding.“
They found a long, slim black almost floor-length silk skirt that fit Jane perfectly. She wanted to see it at least three times from the back. “That’s the view the whole audience will see.“
To their delight, the clerk tapped at the dressing room door and said, “There is a matching jacket for this. Would you like to see it?“
“Oh yes,“ the two of them said in unison.
The clerk returned with the jacket in two sizes. The first looked droopy. The second was perfect. Cut in a princess style to show off that she still had a waist, she said, “I’ll take this, too. Thank you.“
Shelley said, “You haven’t even looked at the price tags.“
“I hope both are expensive. It would make me happy to spend what Thelma thinks I wouldn’t be able to afford if she’d put herself in such a greedy, grasping plot to take away my third of the pharmacy profits.“
Shelley grinned. “You’re absolutely right, Jane. Now let’s see if we can find a blouse in carmine red while you’re in a throwing-away money mode.“
They failed to find the right blouse at the store where they got the suit, and Jane said, “That’s okay. In fact, it’s a good thing. We should have checked at the tux place to see if they have carmine cummerbunds. Or we could make some to match when we do find the right blouse. But we could pick the shoes today.“
“I don’t think so. We probably need to make sure you have the right color carmine shoes.“
Chapter Ten
They struck out on finding a good blouse and Jane said, “I’m sick to death of shopping. Maybe I have something at home I could wear.“
This turned out to be every bit as fruitless as shopping, but Jane made the best of it and purged a lot of things she hadn’t worn for at least three years.
“Jane, that’s a great skirt and jacket but you look more like a widow than a bride, to tell the truth. It would be great for a cocktail party.“
“But I am a widow.“
“Of course you are. But for this ceremony you should look like a bride, not a widow.“
“You’re right. But I might take this outfit back. I’m never invited to cocktail parties.“
“Neither am I, except for Paul’s meetings with his managers. But it would be great for fancy dinners, and it really flatters you.“
Jane sat down on the heap of clothing now on her bed waiting to be recycled to a battered women’s shelter and said, “Okay. I’ve made a non-decision decision. I’m keeping the skirt and jacket and I’m wearing the emerald dress to both the real and fake wedding. Mel loves it when I wear that dress and very few people will know I’d already worn it for the civil wedding. And we can forget all about matching fabrics for the cummerbunds for the tuxes.“
With this shopping victory stalled out for all time, Jane was relieved that she could get on with real life. Going out to lunches with Shelley or dinners with Mel, doing research for her next book, gawking at the rapid progress of the room addition. She also kept asking the workers questions about what they were doing. They were kind to her. She brought them iced tea and sodas to ensure they’d remain tolerant of her.
The room was almost starting to look like a room, not a place to roller skate. Timbers were going up, firmly attached to the foundation.
She was told that electricity had to be next. There were several copies of Jack’s blueprints. The overall structure. Where electrical lines went. Where windows of precise dimensions would be put in were
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