Then I made the second call.
Our wedding venue had an after-hours number for clients.
I reached the coordinator who’d spent six months helping me choose linens and argue with Sheldon about chair covers.
I made the second call.
“Keira? Is everything all right?”
“No.”
I explained that I needed to discuss canceling the wedding.
She went quiet.
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“I need to know what paperwork is required.”
I needed to discuss canceling the wedding.
She explained the deposit we’d lose and which contracts would need separate attention.
I listened.
Then I said, “Send me the cancellation documents.”
“Are you sure?”
I looked through the pottery studio window.
Roslin was inside, carefully putting my crooked bowl on a drying shelf.
“Absolutely.”
“Send me the cancellation documents.”
When I returned, she held up my car keys.
“Phone?”
“Here.”
“Bag?”
“Got it.”
“Any chance you’ll reconsider the pottery-throwing rule?”
