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bottled water. She sat on the couch
and turned on the television. Saturday morning cartoons looked good.
She watched the Smurfs for a while, then switched over to movie
channels. She settled on Sleepless in Seattle, which was supposed to
be light and funny. She couldn’t really concentrate on it, though.
She kept looking at the clock. She was two hours from the two o’clock
wedding that was supposed to be. She would already be at the gardens
with her bridesmaids, fixing her hair and make-up, if she hadn’t
called the wedding off.
    Cathy ticked off the time while
she tried to occupy her mind with TV. At one point, five minutes
before two, she gave in and started sobbing. And now, ladies and
gentlemen, we do not give you Mr. and Mrs. McMahon. Because their
wedding was never going to happen.
    And then it was two-thirty and
the time for the ceremony was past. Just two more hours and the whole
thing would be over and Cathy could start her life. At five, it was
over. No more wedding.
    Cathy dragged herself off the
couch and changed out of her gown into jeans and a light sweater. It
was all done now.
    She had left her cell phone on
the kitchen table and she needed to let her grandfather know she was
all right. She picked it up and looked at the messages. A text from
Heather checking on her and a voice mail from Aaron.
    “ Cat, I love you. I’m never
going to love anyone else. This is the saddest day of my life. I’ll
marry you anytime and anywhere you say.”
    The pain at hearing Aaron’s sad
voice went through her body and settled in her stomach. She barely
made it to the bathroom before she threw up.
    After she ate a piece of toast,
Cathy called her grandfather.
    “ I’m okay,” she said. “It’s
been rough, but I survived it.”
    “ I’m here if you need me,”
he said.
    Cathy made a cup of tea and
crawled into bed. She took three more Advils and dropped off to a
restless sleep.

Chapter
Seven
    Cathy stuck close to the cottage
in the days following the wedding that wasn’t. She stayed in her
gown all day and ate cookies and chips while she watched game shows
during the day and sitcoms at night. She fell asleep each night as
she watched a classic movie and woke up in the middle of the night
with the TV blaring loudly. She turned it off and fell back asleep.
Sleep was really her only escape from the reality of her life.
    Grandpa was kind and gave her the
space she needed. One email a day from her was enough to reassure him
that she was coping.
    On Saturday, a week after the
wedding date, Cathy threw the covers off the bed. She had to get up
and get going. Enough of the sadness and depression. She showered and
dried her hair. It was getting chillier outside, so she pulled a
sweater out of one of her boxes before she went to Grandpa’s house.
    “ I’m just going to the B and
B for a fall brunch,” Grandpa said when he saw her. “Why don’t
you come with me.”
    And so she went to the B and B
where she feasted on the fall buffet of quiche Lorraine, hash browns,
sausage, pancakes, and biscuits with homemade peach jam. Eileen
joined them halfway through their meal.
    “ Eileen, I want to thank you
for taking care of my dirty work,” Cathy said.
    “ It’s no problem at all,
sweetie,” Eileen said, pushing her bleached red hair back into its
bun. “I’m just sorry you’ve had to go through it.”
    “ Me too,” Cathy said. She
wanted the subject to change and Grandpa obliged her.
    “ Cathy’s staying in the
cottage, as I told you,” Grandpa told Eileen. “I think she might
start doing some work on it soon.”
    “ It sure needs some work,”
Eileen said. “I thought the paint was peeling off the walls the
last time I saw it.”
    It felt a little strange to be
having completely normal conversation when her life was devastated,
but the world did go on. She was going to have to adjust to that.
    When they were leaving, Eileen
pulled Cathy to the side.
    “ If you want to do some work,
I’ve got some work for