Twenty-four
Cassie
“It’s beautiful!” Tricia Fletcher held my hand up to get a closer look at the ring. When I told her I wanted to take the day off to prepare a special engagement dinner, she offered to take my shift. Mike and Willa Mae were joining us for the celebration. Mom had to work so Cody and I were driving to Houston over the weekend.
“When’s the wedding?” She flapped open a Piggly Wiggly bag.
“We haven’t set a date yet,” I said, helping her put my purchases into the bag. “When I do, I’ll let you know.”
“I can’t wait. I knew you two would get married someday.” She pushed up her coke-bottle glasses. Tricia and I had bonded through our mutual suffering in PE class in high school. She was a shy girl with silky brown hair, cut into a chin length bob, and pretty green eyes.
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