The next couple of days were an exercise in avoidance. I pretended that Bob wasn’t there and we didn’t even say one word to each other, which wasn’t that hard, to be honest with you. I had so much stuff to do and so much to take care of for the wedding (rehearsal dinners, orders, whatever) that I barely had time to eat, sleep, take a shower, and breathe. But, as it so often does when you’re trying to prepare for the biggest day of your adult life, fate threw yet another roadblock in your way.
“No, I can’t, hun,” I told him. “I’m sorry. I have way too much stuff to do. I have to call the caterer to confirm the orders. Then I have to -”
“Look, I know you’re busy, but if you could, please, please, please just pick Steve up at the airport, I would really appreciate it.”
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