When Lane passed Remy’s email address onto Chell, who he kept thinking of as Shelly, he hoped that would be the end of it. Remy could pass off the wedding details onto her and relax…or, at least, relax as much as he could during grant season. But Lane was working late one evening on the sketches for a planned sidewalk mall as part of a downtown revitalization project his firm was teaming with Remy’s on, when he got an angry email from his lover that simply read, WTF??? Three exclamation points to underscore Remy’s indignation. Lane smirked as he scrolled down to read the attached message.
It was from Chell.
Aloha, it read. No refs needed, brah. Ask Lane to vouch for me. We’re tight. Send me your wishlist and I’ll make it happen. Mahalo!
Though Lane didn’t really know what half the messa
