I’m afraid I’d get killed.
Kim
Girls only!
Gina
What she said.
Haddy
I don’t make the rules (sad-face emoji)
Sage
Sounds like we’re crashing.
Kim
You really will get killed!
Mav
Mom would let us play. It’s the dads who can’t.
Haddy
We’re starting our own tradition. Tarot bachelorette!
Gina
That sounds dangerous.
Kim
Danger’s my middle name, Baby!
“It’s been so longsince I’ve had a tarot reading!” Miss Gina’s blind eyes gaze into the twilight sky.
We’re sitting under her back porch at a wrought-iron table under glowing yellow twinkle lights as the sun sets.
It’s the evening before the wedding, and incredibly, we managed to pull everything together in a day. It’s not so incredible if you take into account Clint’s connections and reputation in the area. He was able to pull strings all over the place, hitting the LA Champions hockey team angle hard.
This evening, he has all the guys at a haberdashery inSterling being fitted for their suits. Baby Lucy is with Aunt Raven and all the moms and aunts back at Cooters & Shooters, and I expect she’ll be thoroughly spoiled next time we see her.
The girls and I are all at Miss Gina’s having a magical bachelorette party.
A butler brings out a tray of crystal tumblers filled with a deep purple liquid, and I lean into the table, whispering, “Is purple drink still purple drink if it’s served in Waterford crystal?”
“I wouldn’t know! I’ve never had anything in crystal,” Heather whispers back. “But we had the most divine breakfast, and I adore the guest cottage. I feel like a princess.”
We all take our tumblers and sip the perfectly blended cocktail made of purple Kool-Aid and Everclear… or whatever Miss Gina has that approaches 190-proof grain alcohol.
“Back in my day, everyone was doing seances,” the kind old lady continues. “They were so much fun!”
“Did you ever see dead people, Miss Gina?” Maddie is obsessed with our hostess and her fairytale-like castle and flowy clothes.
We were all obsessed with her as little kids, playing with her annual springtime litter of kittens, swimming in her Olympic-sized lapis-blue swimming pool, running all over the grounds of her Italian-style mansion on the bluffs of Sterling Bay, riding in her elevator.
