"Penneeeeeeey," wailed the tin-sounding voice on the side of the phone. It was both grating and hollow at the same time. What now, wondered Penny, hoping any semblance of patience would hold out at least for another moment or two. One might say that patience was not Penny's strength, but sometimes she did try.
"This wedding planning is soooo hard," moaned the phone. Penny remembered this well. Her own wedding had been a major production, but in a fun sort of way - well maybe in between the pre-wedding meltdowns. How many times had she walked into various florist shops only to turn, fleeing back to the car, where she sobbed uncontrollable for what seemed an eternity? What a strange thing. It was much like feeling completely empty and alone, but knowing this was probably the one time when she should truly be happy. Instead, she felt manipulated by the vultures of the wedding industry. Just add a few zeros to the end of the price if you were getting married. Gosh, she was having trouble breathing even thinking back on it.
Penny often wondered if there was not some psychological thing about society willing to pay exorbitant prices for a wedding in hopes that the more money flung at the event, it might have a direct correlation with the time spent in the marriage before divorce set in. Wow. When had she gotten so cynical?
And for a moment, an important moment, Penny felt extreme empathy for Joan having to go through this process. The girl was here all by herself after all. No friends or family around to help, just Madeline and her. How awful to go this road alone.
Her voice softened a bit, “Yes Joan?”
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