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them. “I don’t have time for this. Ethan, six is good for me. Terrance, please don’t forget to go to the bakery and order your grooms cake. They’re expecting you.”
    “I’m on my way there now—,”
    His words were in the wind. I exited the shop without giving either one of them a goodbye and climbed in the car before they could stop me. I wasn’t about to be in the middle of their pissing contest. It had no basis, so I assumed it had to be all about their egos.
    I made a stop at the florist and picked up the wedding price list. I figured I could study it after lunch and then stop back by to place the order. Janette had already told me she trusted me to make that call. She’d seen enough pictures from my events to know that I had a knack for making the right selections.
    I had to wait a few minutes for Renea because she was late. I was trying to focus on the flowers, but couldn’t really get my mind off of what had happened back at the tuxedo shop. Terrance did not like that last comment Ethan had made and it troubled me as to why. I hadn’t planned on spending five minutes alone with him while I was in town. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of giving me his sorry excuse for why he’d wined, dined, bedded and knocked up my sister in the same night, but now seeing how crazy he’d looked when Ethan told him about our date, I thought I might have to give him that five minutes after all. I needed to know where his head was and more importantly if his heart was in the right place.
    A bell rang over the door. Every shop and restaurant in Garrison had one and I turned to see Renea hustling to the table.
    “Sorry I’m late. I had two heads with relaxer on them.” She slid onto the chair opposite me. “I had to get those ladies under the dryer before I left and I had to make up an excuse that didn’t make your sister suspicious.”
    “It’s okay. I had plenty to think about while I waited.” I picked up the menu.
    “Speaking of relaxers, were you going to need me to do your hair before the wedding?”
    I touched my freshly washed and styled twist-out. Was she kidding? “No, I do my own hair, thanks.”
    “It’s just that Janette said something about wanting all the girls to have the same hairstyle.”
    “I’ve been able to do a lot for my sister in the last month, but straightening my hair isn’t going to be one of them.”
    “You said a mouth full. You've been really good about this wedding.” Renea emphasized the word good.
    “That’s not a hard thing to do. My relationship with Terrance ended a long time ago.” I sounded convincing, even to myself.
    “Yeah, but still there's the ex-factor. You know sisters don't date each others exes,” Renea said, putting the undeniable truth on the table.
    “It's probably a really silly rule,” I continued to attempt to save face. “Especially since there's a shortage of good men. A woman could be missing out on a great guy.” I reached for my water glass and took a sip. I hid behind it, just like I was hiding behind the words I’d said, as if I actually believed the lies that were coming out of my own mouth.
    “Whatever, I would have an issue with it. Now he's dated you both. Is he comparing?”
    I coughed and returned my glass to the table. “I don't think men are that deep.”
    “It would still bother me. But it's obvious it doesn't bother you and that's great for everyone involved I suppose.” Renea yawned and stretched her hand over her head like my refusal to be messy about it was boring her.
    The waitress arrived at our table. We ordered sandwiches and iced tea and she sashayed away promising to be back in a jiffy. I decided to head Renea off. “No more talk about the ex-factor. Let’s get to this party.”
    “That’s fine by me,” Renea said. “I have a great idea for the party. I think we should have it at that new fancy place over on Pine Road. It’s called Palermo’s. It’s a restaurant that serves Toughen Italian