“I have a ring,” Daniel said mildly. “And a suit, too.”
“I’m sure I have a dress,” Carol added.
“Oh, Mom, you can’t use one of your old dresses to get married in. I mean, it’s not like you get married every day, right? Oh, I know! We need to hire a photographer. I bet he could take some lovely black and white photos in that old church. With roses.”
“Yes, that does sound lovely,” Carol said, rubbing her forehead.
“Okay, so we need a caterer, a florist, a photographer, a baker, invitations, and a dress.” Rebecca worried her bottom lip. “We could probably contact the florist and the photographer today…well, we’re going to have to, I guess. All of the good ones are probably booked but that doesn’t mean we can’t find some halfway decent people, if we look hard enough. Paul can go home with
