Chapter 2
Pad stacked the envelopes. He sent one batch a few days ago and now he was done with the second and final set. Next to him was a stack of papers that didn’t make the cut because the printer refused to cooperate. He glanced at his fingers for a moment. Blue stains dotted his thumb and index finger as well as the nail bed of the pinky finger. Writing the addresses on the envelopes with a fountain pen proved messier than he thought. Saving money was a good thing; too bad he hadn’t realized until now that he would be frustrated with the inability to get things done on time. He had written out on the calendar the five-week cut-off to send invitations.
Now, he was running into the fourth week before the wedding. He still had to arrange for a florist and and confirming the other odds
