Wendy Markham - Slightly Married

“What?” Brenda asks with an innocent little frown.

“Come on, baby girl…” Latisha shakes her head. “Do you really think Utah is swarming with polygamists who want to brainwash a bunch of hiking cops from New York?”

Who cares about any of this? is what I want to scream.

“Speaking of New York cops, Paulie’s on the night shift, so I’ve got to get home.” Brenda throws down a couple of twenties and pushes her chair back. “That covers me and my share of Tracey’s.”

“Thanks,” I say, “but you don’t have to—”

“I want to.” Brenda stands over me and gives me a big squeeze. “This is your engagement celebration, remember?”

Yeah.

Only I forgot.

“Hey, wait, Brenda—”

She turns around, en route to the door. “Yeah?”

“I want you to be a bridesmaid. Will you?”

She grins broadly. “Of co-awse. It would be an hon-ah.”

Left alone at the table with temporarily abandoned Yvonne’s coat and purse and Latisha, I hastily add, “You, too. Will you be my bridesmaid?”

“Hell, yes,” she says, and hugs me hard.

I catch her checking her watch as she releases my shoulders.

“You should go,” I say, checking my own. “It’s getting late. Go tuck your kids in.”

“Ha, you think Keera lets me do that these days?” She shakes her head. “I’ve been hangin’ out here until it’s safe to go home. Which it isn’t until I know Bernie’s in bed and sound asleep. Because if he’s still awake and he hears me come in, he gets all wound up and he’s awake for another two hours, wanting to climb all over me.”

“Jack is kind of the same way,” I say with a sly smirk.

“Yeah, that won’t last.”

“What do you mean?”

“Once you’re married, everything gets to be old hat. And I mean everything. Trust me on that.”

“You mean…?”

“I do.” Latisha shakes her head. “Me and Derek used to have some big ol’ sparks goin’ on, morning, noon and especially night. Now all I want to do when I get into bed at night is sleep.”

She reaches out and pats my engagement ring. “But don’t worry, those days are way down the road for you. You just have fun planning your wedding.”

With that, she’s gone, and I’m left wondering when the fun is going to begin.

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