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- 33 -Bertie and I were in Tillie’s Bakery stuffing our faces with Tillie’s giant blueberry muffins and guzzling coffee. I had driven there in a rental car, which I would use until I got something to replace my wrecked Subaru—a situation that gave me great sadness.
“Guess what Mother wants sung by the church choir at our wedding—guess!” I said. “‘What I Did for Love’ from that musical—A Chorus Line,” I continued without giving Bertie a chance to answer. “Can I borrow your g*n to shoot myself?” I blathered, pointing an imaginary g*n at my head and pulling the trigger.
A Chorus Line“Well, at least she doesn’t want ‘Singular Sensation’,” Bertie said. She glanced at her watch. “Still time before my, um, appointment.”
“Then at the reception, she wants the dance band to play ‘Only You
