By evening, she sent:
Can I come by tomorrow? I need to see you before Saturday. Please don’t bring up the wedding.
I read the message beside my blue mug.
Ruth looked at it.
“That is a very careful sentence.”
I nodded.
Lauren sent another.
I’ll explain when I see you.
I wanted to believe her.
Instead, I placed the phone down.
On Friday, she never came.
A last-minute problem with the caterer became a photography dispute, then an argument with Margaret about the seating chart.
Lauren called twice.
Apologized for missing the visit.