“Suzie,” Vee was saying, “my life is finally coming together. Can you believe I’ve got
a wedding to plan?”
Suzie wrapped her finger through the phone cord in her kitchen a couple of times. Her two-year-
old daughter Britney was sick with the flu, down for a nap, so she’d taken personal days from
both her jobs. Unfortunately, she still had to pay the daycare center, but it was nice to be home
on a Monday.
“No, Vee, I can’t believe it. Have you totally given up on that guy who works at RadioShack?”
“God, yes, I’ve totally given up on him.”
“What about the guy at the frozen yogurt place? Or maybe just try being single for a while.”
“I can’t be single. Where would I live? Back in some rooming house with twenty other people?”
“I thought you liked New Horizons?”
“It was a halfway house, Suzie, which would have been okay, but when you’re the only person
not recovering from an addiction, everyone gives you the coldest shoulder.”
“I guess you could stay here with us,” Suzie said. She held her breath, hoping Vee would say
no.
“No, no. Don’t be crazy. I’ve got everything with Thunder. He’s a man. He owns his own home.”
“I hope you’re not marrying him for his dinky little house.”
“Gimme a break. I’m not that materialistic. I would never marry some guy for his house,” said
Vee. “I’m just trying to tell you that, unlike every other guy I’ve ever dated, he’s an honest-to-
goodness adultwith things like a bad back and real pots and pans. I need this kind of stability
and support. Doesn’t everyone deserve that?”
“Yes, but I thought you said he stays out all night? How does that feel stable to you?”
“I think you get that with all guys, at least early on before they’re fully committed.”
“No, Vee, not all men are like that,” said Suzie.
“Anyway,” said Vee. “Let’s focus on the positive. Like how fast Thunder’s trying to make it all
happen.”
“Really?” said Suzie. She was still doubtful whether Vee and Thunder were even engaged or if
this was some kind of massive misunderstanding on the part of her friend.
“Really!” said Vee. “I asked him about an engagement ring on Monday—the day after he
proposed, you know, wondering when we might want to go to the mall and try some on, and just
like that, he disappeared. Left the house. Drove away. I was like, ‘Hey! Where’d he go?’ I
thought maybe he was going to bail on me! But then later that same day he showed back up
and gave me a ring! Can you believe it?”
“Barely,” said Suzie.
“I can’t believe you haven’t seen it yet. I’ve had it a whole week. It’s a little loose, but I figure I
can wear it on my middle finger instead.”
“You could get it resized, you know,” said Suzie.
“Yeah, that costs money. So, on Tuesday I told Thunder I want to go dress shopping with you.
And guess what?”
“He presented you with your wedding dress,” Suzie guessed. She lit a cigarette—one of her few
guilty pleasures—and blew the smoke out the open window so it wouldn’t drift back to Britney’s
room.
“Close,” said Vee, “and I’m going to ignore the sarcasm in your voice.”
“Okay, I give up. What happened next?” asked Suzie, feeling a little guilty that she wasn’t even
faking being enthusiastic about any of this.
