My phone started dancing on the nightstand at 6:12 a.m. “MOM” blinking like an alarm. I answered with one eye open.
“Are you sitting?” she said.
“I’m horizontal. Upgrade me.”
Your sister moved the wedding up. Two weekends. Church booked. Hall paid for. "Your father has already told the choir to behave."
I sat up so fast my neck popped. “Two weekends?” What the actual hell?
“She says love can’t wait,” Mom said, which is her nice way of saying the hall discount can’t wait. “You’re a bridesmaid.” Don’t argue. Also, bring safety pins and moral support.
“Jesus,” I rubbed my face. “Okay.” I’ll make it work.
She lowered her voice. “And book a decent hair appointment this time. No experiments.”
“I heard that.”
“You were supposed to,” she said, then softened. “You coming home will make her
