Summer
“I’m pissed at you.” Ray pouted next to me in the car on our way to the doctors, “Actually, pissed doesn’t describe how I feel. I’m livid. I could blow stuff up ya know. You have taken away my right to be your maid of honor, my RIGHT Summer. I had plans for you. Instead of a traditional bridal shower I was going to do a spa day with massages. Massages Summer! And not by regular masseuses, but hot, muscular men with abs and pecs for days and of course, shirtless. And for your bachelorette party I was going to get the company jet and head to Hawaii since we have always wanted to go there.”
“With what friends Ray?” I laughed, “We don’t have girl friends here.”
“Well, we have Ava and Jo and we have Hannah and my mom.”
“Question?” I asked, “What happened to Riley? Where has she been?
