“She‟s not in the wedding, she says. Well, she didn‟t want to be. I asked her to be the matron of
honor, but she didn‟t want that. Didn‟t see why she should have to go through all that fuss, why I
wanted a matron and a maid of honor.”
“Your sister and your oldest, closest friend.”
“Exactly.” Sherry thumped a fist on the table, then jabbed a spoon in the whipped cream on her
fancy coffee. “So now, she doesn‟t see why she should get a sitter and come to the dinner. I said
the kids were invited, too, but then it‟s how she‟s not going to ride herd on them all night at a
rehearsal dinner, then turn around and ride herd on them at the wedding.Too much stimulation for
them, she says, too exhausting for her. So I said we‟d pay for the damn sitter then so she and Sam
could have the night out. And she got huffy about that. I can‟t win.”