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Sara
I go to work on Friday as usual, but I end up spending every minute between patients fielding my coworkers’ questions about my upcoming wedding. To avoid sounding as ignorant about the event as I actually am, I tell them we want the details to be a surprise and leave it at that.
They’ll see the flowers, the cake, and the dress tomorrow.
My parents keep calling as well, asking about all sorts of minutiae that I can’t answer. I give them Peter’s number, as he’s the official wedding planner, but my mom still calls every hour with some kind of question or concern. I suspect it’s because they’re afraid I’ll disappear again, so I try to be patient, but by the fifth call, it’s all I can do to bring myself to pick up the phone and explain yet again that I have no clue if there will be
