Chapter 47
“Ugh,” Shaun groaned as she and Mariah began another batch of tissue flowers.
Mariah gave her a look. “What?”
“Of all days to start my period, right before the damn wedding. My weekend is ruined.”
“Yeah, talk about bad timing. Hey, do you remember when Montana’s party is supposed to start tonight?”
“Around nine; I think that’s when Paul’s is too. Why?”
“I’m supposed to ride with Brian to the rehearsal thing and he’s dropping me off afterwards. I wanted to make sure I knew what time to be at the party. Wonder what Tasha has in store?”
“Not what Brian has for Paul, that’s for sure,” Shaun replied, beginning to laugh.
“Lord, I hope not, if Tasha values her life.”
“Well, you know what a clown our future champion is. Our party will be dull in comparision, probably the usual girl stuff.”
“I know one thing. I’m sick of making Kleenex flowers already.”
“You and I both, girl. I think I’ll see these things in my sleep for the next year. How many are we up to?”
“A hundred and fifty at last count.”
“Defintiely time for a break then. I’m ravenous anyway; what about you?”
“I think we earned ourselves a large pizza with the works,” Mariah nodded. “My treat.”
“Now there is an offer I can’t refuse. I’ll go get the menus out of the drawer.”
Across town:
“Oh, aren’t you adorable in your little dresses,” Sly teased as Brian came out of the shop, toting Mac and Kira’s dresses.
“You know for the right amount of money, I can bribe either Zeke or PL to slit your throat, right?”
“According to Paul, it’s you that usually does, eats or says just about anything for money.”
“You’re also lucky I like both you and your sister. If I knew this is what Montana meant when she wanted me to pick up the kids’ things, I’d taken a pass and had Mimi do it. Now I have to ride all over town with two dresses hanging in the back of my fucking car. Jesus Christ. Like people don‘t think I‘m gay already? I swear, I think PL put your sister up to this.”
“Maybe he did, but be thankful she didn’t ask Zeke. Speaking of the big man, is he still coming to the party tonight?”
“Oh hell yeah. Dude is looking forward to it. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he enjoys scaring the piss out of PL.”
“I take it that Paul doesn’t….” Sly began.
“Nope. Can’t have a bachelor party without the groom showing up, can we?”
“Good point. You know, he may look scary, but he’s actually a pretty nice guy. Even Dad got a kick out of him.”
“Try telling PL that. He’s convinced Zeke’s going to eat him or something. I keep telling dude Zeke isn’t really into Mexican food. He’s more into Asian.”
“In that case, someone better hide Jimmy tonight,” Sly joked.
“Nah, it will be cool. I think if anyone scares anyone else, it will probably be more Shannon than Zeke.”
“Wait, he’s still coming even though he was released?”
“Oh yeah. He just rolled into town last night, in fact. He’s got a couple of dudes that run the tattoo joint anyway. He and PL have been buddies for awhile and Shan said wild buffaloes wouldn’t keep him from coming.”
“This should be one interesting party. Wonder how Paul’s breakfast date went?”
“Oh, we’ll probably hear all about it at the luncheon, Sly. PL will give us the whole monologue about how his mami thinks this will be the last time she’ll see him alive, how he should chuck it all and finish his education, how Montana is such a nice senorita and he shouldn’t put her and the girls through so much worry, all that happy shit. This thing will basically be a groom’s bitchfest.”
“And we get a nice present,” Sly laughed.
“Yeah, knowing PL, they’ll probably be gift cards to Taco Bell or something. That’s okay; he’s getting his tonight, especially if I find out he was behind Mon asking me to pick up these dresses.”
“Which reminds me,” Sly looked at his watch. “We have exactly twenty minutes to get there. We better shift ass.”
Meanwhile:
“Well, at least the lunch will be easier to endure than the hell I went through this morning,” Paul said on the phone, heading toward the restaurant.
“Did you get your suit?” Montana asked.
“Yes, dear. While on the subject, it’s going to be a hoot to see Spanky with two dresses in his car.”
“Paul, really, don’t heckle him. He was nice enough to do that favor for me. And he’s picking Mariah up for the rehearsal tonight.”
“My God, woman, why not just put Mimi’s life in danger? Have you ever been in a car with Spanky? I’m surprised your brother is still breathing as many times he’s ridden around with him. Spanky drives like the hounds from hell are after him.”
“Well, at least it’s good to know he doesn’t create a four-car traffic jam behind him going up a hill,” Montana giggled.
“You’re a real comedian, sweetheart. I will let you know that I do the speed limit. Not below or not above. The actual speed limit. And my driving record is spotless.”
“Not bad for a guy twenty eight going on ninety. Look, I have to get the girls in about an hour and I have a few things I need to check on first. Have fun at your lunch. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“I can’t,” he laughed. “I got a heavy date to get married tomorrow, remember?”
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