Amanda's Wedding by Amanda's Wedding (pdf)

Author:Amanda's Wedding (pdf) [Wedding, Amanda's]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2000-12-14T07:52:43+00:00

“I know. And I don’t even know why! ”

“Well, she was asking for it,” Fran reflected.

“No, she wasn’t! She might even be right, for all we know. That probably is the best way to get married. Find a nice bloke that you get on with all right and then ignore each other for the next fifty years.”

“Well, I’ve heard stupider reasons.”

“Like what?”

“Well, you know my brother Brendan?”

“Yeah.”

“He got married because he kept losing his socks.”

“Fuck off.” I looked up briefly.

“It’s true. He kept losing his socks, and one day he said, ‘That’s it, I’m fed up of losing all my fucking socks. The next woman I meet I’m going to marry, as long as she can count socks.’ And he did.”

“How are his socks now?”

“Dreadful, she divorced him for being a sexist pig who talked about socks all day long.”

I giggled. “Complete socks maniac.”

“Completely.”

We both smiled and sipped our glasses, and I felt better. It helped that the toilets were nicer than my entire flat.

“So, ehm . . .” I toyed with my glass.

“What am I going to do about Angus?”

“Psychic you!”

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J E N N Y C O L G A N

She smiled. “I thought he might come up sooner or later.”

“I thought he already did.”

“Have you got a soft spot for him?”

“No.”

“Lying cow.”

“Fuck off!”

“Well, to set your mind at rest—although, if you will let me be so bold, if you would dump Mr. Trevelyan and go out with the dumpy yet delightful Mr. McConald, I would be the happiest best friend alive—he phoned me to apologize.”

“To apologize? Why?”

“Because he wasn’t going to phone me. To which I said it was quite all right, I didn’t mind a bit.”

“No, no, hang on. I don’t understand. He phoned you to say he wasn’t going to phone you?”

“Yes. So if I was hanging around the phone, I could stop and get on with my life. Which of course I wasn’t. So we had a nice little chat and said our good-byes. An extremely civilized end to a one-night stand, I have to say.”

“That is too weird. I don’t know whether it’s extremely polite or a damning indictment of today’s decadent society.”

Fran checked her makeup in the mirror, and I joined her, still wondering.

“What are you going to do now?” she asked.

I winced. “Oh God. Apologize to Amanda, I suppose. I must be off my head. They’re probably all pissing themselves laughing at me.”

“The only way you could make those girls laugh would be to tell them Anthea Turner’s put on three stone. Do you want to stay?”

I weighed it up. “Did you get it on tape?”

“If it works, then yes.”

“Well, I suppose there’s no reason to stay, then.”

“Not really.”

I thought longingly of the dessert trolley.

A M A N D A ’ S W E D D I N G

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“There’s always pudding,” said Fran.

I clapped her on the shoulder. “Will there always be pudding, Fran?” I asked gravely.

“There will always be pudding, Mel. I promise.”

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