You need to keep out of the planning.”

I held my ground on the driveway.

The clank of metal tent poles knocking together echoed from the back lawn.

“I was paying off the last four thousand dollars,” I said.

“We could have taken care of that,” George muttered.

“Vanessa has a special account just for the wedding.”

I knew from David that they probably had no such thing, but I kept my face completely blank.

“Ethan is my son,” I said.