Chapter 32
“A mint-tinged dress?” Tasha wrinkled her nose at her sister in law when they went shopping for dresses the following weekend. Tasha would be Montana’s matron of honor.
“Come on, Tash, surely you don’t expect me to go all out in full white regalia, do you? We‘re not having a fancy wedding like you and Sly did.”
“No, but surely we can find something better than that for you. And shouldn’t we have gone to a bridal place? You’ll need dresses for the girls too, won’t you?”
“His mother’s taking care of that,” Montana nodded, going through another rack of dresses. “Which reminds me, the girls went home today, so he’s probably a little down in the dumps. I should call him tonight after the show.”
She then pulled out an ankle length ivory lace dress with an off the shoulder line. “So what do you think of this one, Miss Expert?”
“Kind of hard to tell on the hanger,” Tasha pondered. “Go try it on.”
“Good idea,” Montana nodded. “Meanwhile, try to find yourself something in a decent green.”
“Green?” Tasha made another face.
“Sabes que, it’s the groom’s favorite color. Vaya.” Montana was now picking up some of her husband to be’s Spanish.
“Okay, okay, whatever that means.”
Tasha sighed, going through several racks before finally finding a dress in a pale green, a halter with tasteful pearl accents and a long skirt.
“All right, Tash,” Montana called from the fitting room. “Are you ready for this?”
“Sure.”
Montana emerged from the changing room wearing the dress she had chosen. “What do you think?” she asked.
“I think Paul’s going to totally forget his own name when sees you,” Tasha nodded approvingly.
“My ass isn’t totally huge in this?”
“You look gorgeous,” Tasha reassured her. “And if there was a problem with your ass, I’m sure your fiance would have complained by now.”
“Come to think of it, he’s a boob man,” Montana giggled. “So what do you have there?”
Tasha held up the dress for Montana’s approval.
“Oh now that is what I call good taste,” she nodded. “Good going, Tash. See? Green isn’t so bad, is it?”
Meanwhile, in another state:
“Dude, do you realize we’ve dragged Sly to three different places in two different states the last seventy two hours?” Brian asked.
“Huh?” Paul asked.
“Earth to PL. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I’m sorry, guys. It’s just the kids went home today, there’s this wedding stuff, and you know…
“And we still haven’t found shit,” Brian finished. “Jesus, this is worse than finding something for my own wedding.”
“I think we have, boys,” Sly said cheerfully, bringing over three suits. “And they’re all on sale. Alterations included in case they‘re needed. They’ll do them the same day.”
Brian perked up. “No shit? They must have known we were coming.”
“Well, let’s try them on.” He tapped Paul’s shoulder. “Come on, Mr.Excitement, that means you too.”
“Should we look for something for your dad too?” Paul asked.
Sly nodded. “Dotty’s taking care of that. She’s probably got Dad run ragged back in Texas as we speak. And of course, we already know Tasha and Montana are working on dresses.”
“Oh God. Dresses. Those things probably cost what I make in one match.”
“Not always. Knowing my sister, she’ll find something reasonable.”
“Hey, PL, you never did say what the big hurry was to get this thing together,” Brian spoke up loudly from his stall. “You knock her up or something?”
“For the love of Christ, Spanky, do you have to tell the world my business? And no, she isn’t pregnant. We’ve been careful about that. As for ‘the big hurry,’ I don’t see a fall wedding as such a hurry.”
“Fall isn’t that far off, dude.”
“Right when the leaves turn,” Sly cut in. “Couldn’t have better timing. And it will be right before you boys head overseas.”
“Which in a way will suck,” Paul said. “Not much time for a honeymoon.”
“I’m sure my sister understands.”
Sly stepped out of his fitting room stall. “Well, if this isn’t sheer luck. I won’t need this thing altered at all. This never happens to me.”
“I need the sleeves fixed on this jacket,” Paul complained, tugging at one. “They’re a bit short.”
“That should take about ten minutes,” Sly nodded. “The rest of it looks fine on you.”
“I knew for some reason we should have brought an investment banker that wore a lot of suits with us,” Paul grinned. “Hey, Spanky, how’s it hanging in there?”
“This sucks,” Brian called out.
“Oh come on, dude, it can’t be that bad.”
Brian stepped out, a scowl on his face. Several inches of material went past his hands and feet. Paul broke out laughing at the sight.
“One word about my height from either of you and I’m sending Ezekiel to eat you both alive.”
“Dude, you look like a kid dressed in your dad’s clothes!” Paul howled.
“Oh, things aren’t that bad,” Sly reassured Brian. “Nothing taken up a few inches won’t solve.”
“A few inches? They’ll need to take a whole bolt of cloth off for that thing to fit Spanky.”
Brian went for his phone, still scowling.
“Who you calling?”
“Montana,” Brian replied. “Just to warn her the wedding might be off. Depending on whether or not Ezekiel likes Mexican food, her groom to be might end up being my bodyguard’s dinner tonight.”
Sly chuckled and shook his head. “Montana was right about one thing; traveling with you two is never dull. Come on, let’s get these things over to alterations and grab some lunch.”
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