I Let My Mother Think She’d Secured My Sister’s Wedding

will arrange itself politely in the middle of the table.

Not a bad guy.

But not a useful guy either, most days.

“What do you want from me?” I asked.

His answer came quick. He’d rehearsed it.

“If I get you the money back by Monday, can you still approve the venue?”

I looked at him.

“By Monday doesn’t help Emma.”

He swallowed. “We’re trying.”

“Try faster.”

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