And Now the Trouble Starts

Part 2:  (Part 1 is The Bridal Shower)

"Here," Janelle shoves what looks like a bag at me.  Where did this come from?  "I need both hands."

"Let go!"

"No!"

I bring up the rear.  I realize now, since I have plenty of time while the two of them battle their way down the steps that I am not holding a bag but a bunch of papers.  I recognize these as the papers that were handed out when we started playing games.  These are strategically wrapped around something bulky, in a  cone shape.  A large cone shape.  I do not remember this and none of us won anything.

"What is this?" I ask as we settle in the car and drive off.

"Oh, that's for you.  While you were inside grabbing cake I ran around to all the tables outside and took all the chocolate.  You're welcome."

"What?  You did what?  I'm the only one that likes chocolate!  Fran is going to blame me for this!" I screech.

"I know!"  Both sisters laugh.

I take a peek, "You took ALL the chocolate?"

"Yeah, four tables worth," Janelle waves a hand.  "Don't worry, everybody was inside."

"How could you do that?"

"I did her and you a favor.  It was all melting in the sun."

Even if I tell Fran it wasn't me she's not going to believe me.

A few weeks later I call Janelle.  "Did you ever hear from Fran?"

She gives a short laugh.  "Oh, yeah.  She called."

"Did she notice we left early?"

"Yeah.  They opened up one of our presents and wanted to thank us.  When they couldn't find us, they realized . . . also, nobody else knew how to work the margarita machine . . ."

"Oh, great.  What'd ya tell her?"

"That you had to get home."

"What?  Me?  What about Rebecca's foot?"

"She went to the doctor's yesterday.  It's healing nicely.  I'll tell her you were asking about her."

I just can't wait to show up for the wedding.  Wonder if the chocolate and/or wedding cake will be under armed guard? Locked behind a glass case? Or none there at all?

Best to bring my own.  Something tells me I'm going to need it after Fran gets done with me.