list went on.
“Excuse me,” I told Savanah.
“Making a call?” she asked.
I nodded.
“Stay here in my office and I’ll go out and answer all of the messages on the office machine.”
“Thanks,” I told her.
I dialed Tom’s number.
“Hi, Liza.”
“Tom, did you know there are over,” I looked at the front of each book, quickly calculated, and then said, “Over a thousand different designs for wedding invitations.”
He laughed. “That’s why I told you to pick one. Pamela and I got into a huge fight over what kind of invitation we should have. I’m trying to avoid all the pitfalls of the last wedding.”
“Okay, but I need a little direction.”
“Honey, I don’t really care what the invitation looks like and I trust you.”
I was fingering a black and red invitation – it was classy.
“I know that you won’t choose something hideous like a black and red invitation – that’s what Pamela chose.”
I put my head in my hand and groaned.
“Liza?” I heard Tom’s voice.
“So you do have an opinion, no black and red.”
“It’s not that, the invitations were fine but I guess I associate them with my last failed marriage.”
“Then I will either have to know more about the last wedding or you will have to have some input with each choice.”
Silence.
“Tom?”
“I don’t want to relive that event with you, so I’ll take door number two – having some input.”
I flipped open another book. The invitations were beautiful with ribbons and charms. Again they were very classy.
“I also don’t like invitations with lots of ribbons on them or those stupid little charms attached to each ribbon.”
The second book closed and I opened up the third. It had simpler invitations.
“And no flowers all over the invitations or those curly designs.”
So much for book three, I opened up the fourth. For a man who didn’t have an opinion, he had a lot of them.
I was on the last book. There was a very simple one on the third page. As Tom rambled on about what he didn’t like, I said, “I’m sending you a picture of an invitation. It’s simple with just two brushed hearts on it and it says: Celebrate the beginning of our new life together, on the front.”
“That sounds nice.”
“The writing on the invitation is a muted maroon, but it comes in every color imaginable.”
A few seconds later, Tom said, “I love it. It’s simple and says exactly how I feel about the day.”
“What color?” I asked.
“I don’t care,” he said.
I laughed. It had taken four books to find the invitation.
“How about we lean toward a redder color? I’d like to have a mixture of white and red flowers in my bouquet.”
“I love red, especially your hair.”
“Okay, then it’s settled.”
“That was easy,” Tom said lightly.
I rolled my eyes and was glad he couldn’t see me. “I need some more information from you, do you have a few minutes?”
“Sure, ask away.”
I dug out the piece of paper that Savanah had given me and picked up the pen from the coffee table. “How many guests are you going to invite?”
“Maybe 50.”
“Okay, I was thinking 50 too, so that’s a guest list of 100 people.”
“Okay.”
“How many people came to your last wedding?”
“Three hundred and sixty three – it was a zoo.”
“Okay, next. How many attendants will you have?
“How many do you want? I’ll just match them up.”
“I was thinking Kenny and Jordan.”
“I was thinking about three. David, as my best man, and then my son, Michael, and my brother, Duane, as the other attendants but I can change it to two.”
Again, the man had said he would match mine and then he had added one. “I can do three. I’ll ask my friend, Julie, to be another bridesmaid.”
“That’s great.”
“Duane’s the brother who you said hated you?”
“Yes.”
“You know I haven’t met him or your son?”
“Our wedding is as good a place as any,” Tom replied.
“I told the wedding
“Excuse me,” I told Savanah.
“Making a call?” she asked.
I nodded.
“Stay here in my office and I’ll go out and answer all of the messages on the office machine.”
“Thanks,” I told her.
I dialed Tom’s number.
“Hi, Liza.”
“Tom, did you know there are over,” I looked at the front of each book, quickly calculated, and then said, “Over a thousand different designs for wedding invitations.”
He laughed. “That’s why I told you to pick one. Pamela and I got into a huge fight over what kind of invitation we should have. I’m trying to avoid all the pitfalls of the last wedding.”
“Okay, but I need a little direction.”
“Honey, I don’t really care what the invitation looks like and I trust you.”
I was fingering a black and red invitation – it was classy.
“I know that you won’t choose something hideous like a black and red invitation – that’s what Pamela chose.”
I put my head in my hand and groaned.
“Liza?” I heard Tom’s voice.
“So you do have an opinion, no black and red.”
“It’s not that, the invitations were fine but I guess I associate them with my last failed marriage.”
“Then I will either have to know more about the last wedding or you will have to have some input with each choice.”
Silence.
“Tom?”
“I don’t want to relive that event with you, so I’ll take door number two – having some input.”
I flipped open another book. The invitations were beautiful with ribbons and charms. Again they were very classy.
“I also don’t like invitations with lots of ribbons on them or those stupid little charms attached to each ribbon.”
The second book closed and I opened up the third. It had simpler invitations.
“And no flowers all over the invitations or those curly designs.”
So much for book three, I opened up the fourth. For a man who didn’t have an opinion, he had a lot of them.
I was on the last book. There was a very simple one on the third page. As Tom rambled on about what he didn’t like, I said, “I’m sending you a picture of an invitation. It’s simple with just two brushed hearts on it and it says: Celebrate the beginning of our new life together, on the front.”
“That sounds nice.”
“The writing on the invitation is a muted maroon, but it comes in every color imaginable.”
A few seconds later, Tom said, “I love it. It’s simple and says exactly how I feel about the day.”
“What color?” I asked.
“I don’t care,” he said.
I laughed. It had taken four books to find the invitation.
“How about we lean toward a redder color? I’d like to have a mixture of white and red flowers in my bouquet.”
“I love red, especially your hair.”
“Okay, then it’s settled.”
“That was easy,” Tom said lightly.
I rolled my eyes and was glad he couldn’t see me. “I need some more information from you, do you have a few minutes?”
“Sure, ask away.”
I dug out the piece of paper that Savanah had given me and picked up the pen from the coffee table. “How many guests are you going to invite?”
“Maybe 50.”
“Okay, I was thinking 50 too, so that’s a guest list of 100 people.”
“Okay.”
“How many people came to your last wedding?”
“Three hundred and sixty three – it was a zoo.”
“Okay, next. How many attendants will you have?
“How many do you want? I’ll just match them up.”
“I was thinking Kenny and Jordan.”
“I was thinking about three. David, as my best man, and then my son, Michael, and my brother, Duane, as the other attendants but I can change it to two.”
Again, the man had said he would match mine and then he had added one. “I can do three. I’ll ask my friend, Julie, to be another bridesmaid.”
“That’s great.”
“Duane’s the brother who you said hated you?”
“Yes.”
“You know I haven’t met him or your son?”
“Our wedding is as good a place as any,” Tom replied.
“I told the wedding
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