Garrett, with Johnette at his side, poked at the food on his plate.
“Garrett, you aren’t listening to me. I swear! Where do you go sometimes?”
He tore his gaze from Eron and Mary Ellen on the parquet dance floor. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”
Johnette tsked. “Mary Ellen thought of everything didn’t she? Maybe she’ll help with our wedding. What do you think? I love that she has patio tables with umbrellas. So upper crust.”
“She’s done a nice job, but wedding planning isn’t her business.”
“I know, but she has talent. I might suggest she go into it.”
“Mind your own business, Johnette. Mary Ellen isn’t the type of woman that will have or need a job.”
“What is that supposed to mean…Oh, listen.” The band played standards from the thirties and some big band music from the war era. The you
