âIâm afraid . . .â
Linny jumped in, determined to preempt his no. âIâm so sorry, but your church isnât quite what we were looking for.â
âOh?â The ministerâs cool eyes were now frosty, arctic. His brows furrowed, and he asked in a patronizing tone, âWhat is it that you are looking for that we donât offer?â
âYour church is tooââLinny hadnât thought it through and scrambledââtoo wooden.â
Kate chimed in, waving her hand in the general direction of the sanctuary. âWay too wooden. Wood, wood, wood.â
The ministerâs mouth opened and closed. âToo wooden?â
Kate waxed on, warming to her topic. âMy sister likes nature, sunshine, vivid hues; think fields of gold, grasshopper greens, saffron rice . . .â She raised her hands, palms up, and smiled serenely. âLinny has just this moment decided on an al fresco wedding.â
The minister scowled, took off his glasses, and rose. âWell, then, Iâll see you ladies out.â Walking briskly toward the door, he held it open for them.
In the car, they both kept straight faces while they were in the line of sight of the office windows. Once theyâd pulled out of the driveway, they burst into gales of laughter.
âToo wooden. Thatâs the best I could come up with?â Linny snorted and turned to Kate. âFields of gold and saffron rice? That was inspired.â
âI know.â Kate giggled. âTheyâre paint colors from an HGTV show I watched last night.â
âToo bad we didnât get to the part where I told him it would be my third marriage,â Linny said, laughing harder now.
Kate stopped chuckling, her eyes wide. âLaughing makes me leak.â But she caught Linnyâs eyes and cracked up again. âDonât you ever tell anyone this, but Iâm wearing a ladyâs Depend.â
They made a pit stop at Bojangles so Kate could âfreshen up,â and while Linny waited, she scrolled through the addresses of the other venues.
âBetter,â her sister said primly as she climbed back in the car. âMama should be calling any minute. . . .â Interrupted by the ringing of the phone, she grinned at Linny and picked up and pushed a button. âHey, Mama. Linnyâs right here and youâre on speaker. How are you?â
âBusy as henâs teeth.â
Linny raised a brow at Kate and they both smiled at Dottieâs mixed-up idiom.
Her mother continued in the too-fast cadence she used because she worried about long distance charges. âThe girls and I treated ourselves and got our hair and makeup done. The hairstylist who worked on me is named Cinderâthatâs short for Cinderellaâand she used to work on hair for the Rockettes. Can you believe that? So Cinder cut my hair in a way she says is kicky.â Dottie clarified, âKicky is supposed to be good. And she adjusted the color because she said my hair was too pink! Can you believe that?â
Linny rolled her eyes at her sister. Theyâd only told Dottie a hundred times that her hair was too pink.
âGive Curtis a big smooch and tell him heâs my precious boy. I miss him so much.â She blew out a sad sigh, but her voice brightened as she went on. âBut weâre having a grand time. Our excursion leaves in a minute. Weâre going to see the stingrays from inside a baby submarine. After, Ruby wanted us to go touring around George Town on one of those two-wheeled Segways, but Dessie and I talked her into the Trolley Roger instead.â
âGood!â Linny marveled at how worldly her country mouse mother sounded. âWhat else?â
âThe foodâs been so tasty, and the people weâve met have been real nice.â In a low voice, she said, âAt prayer meeting, Dessie met a widowed junkman who wears fedoras and white shoes.â Her voice