A Groom wirh a View

shouted polyester in mustard tones. She kept oozing back away from the group, and Errol kept taking her arm and bringing her back. She answered the few remarks addressed to her with a nervous giggle.
    Jane felt enormously sorry for her and now understood why Irma had insisted that she and Errol would stay in the nearby motel rather than at the lodge. She’d known, or feared, she’d be out of place with the Thatcher crowd. Dwayne was the one marrying into the Thatcher clan, not his mother.
    Jack made a gesture that seemed to be an order to take a tour of the house. Livvy and the Hessling brothers followed obediently. Irma slipped the noose and sat down in a high-backed chair, took her right shoe off, and started rubbing her foot. Jane approached her and Irma hastily shoved her shoe back on with a grimace.
    “New shoes,“ she explained. “I should have known better.“
    “Mrs. Hessling, I’m Jane Jeffry. I’m the wedding planner. We’ve corresponded.“
    “Yes, yes. I’ve appreciated you keeping me up on the plans. I’m a waitress, you know,“ she added as if it were relevant.
    “No, I didn’t know,“ Jane said, confused. “Uh—you must meet a lot of interesting people.“
    “You do,“ Irma Hessling said, nodding sagely. “And you learn a lot about how they think and act. That Mr. Thatcher... he’s the kind who’d send his hamburger back if it wasn’t cooked just right and then refuse to pay because of the delay.”
    Irma was sharper than she looked. Common sense in the place of fashion sense.
    “I believe you’re right,“ Jane said, thinking uneasily about the final payment that was due on her work at the completion. He’d probably dock her for Mrs. Crossthwait’s death.
    “And poor little Livvy would bury a burnt bit in her mashed potatoes before she’d complain.”
    Jane thought for a moment and said, “You’re not very pleased about this match, are you?”
    Irma leaned forward and spoke in almost a whisper. “No, not really. It’s not good for any- body. ‘Course, the Thatchers are rich and Dwayne likes that, but it isn’t the money that’s wrong. Now, Errol, he could marry a rich girl and he’d stay the same person. And he could marry a shy little thing like Livvy and treat her real nice. But Dwayne’s always been bossy unless I stood on him real hard.“ She’d taken her shoe back off and was massaging a bunion. “And Livvy, poor thing, is used to being bossed. It’s going to bring out the worst in him.”
    Jane took the woman’s hand. “You may be right. But they’re going to have to work it out themselves. Maybe when Livvy’s married and has some children, she’ll get a bit more backbone. Motherhood does that for a lot of women.“
    “I hope that’s so. I really shouldn’t have said anything.“
    “Let me know if there’s anything you need or want,“ Jane said. The tour group was coming back and it wouldn’t help either of them to be discovered in a secret little confab.
    “Shelley,“ Jane said a little later, “I think this wedding is cursed.”
    Shelley, who had been helping Larkspur arrange the flowers and enjoying his outrageous flattery, was cool. “You just have pseudo-mother of-the-bride jitters.“
    “I hope that’s all they are,“ Jane said. “I need a nap and I don’t see one anytime soon on my horizon.”

Nine

    Aside from the aunts demanding better bath towels, one of the caterer’s local helpers twisting her ankle, and Larkspur dropping and breaking his best flower vase, the rest of what remained of the morning went fairly well. Eden, Kitty, and Layla, under Aunt Iva’s supervision, had almost finished their dresses. Probably not to Mrs. Crossthwait’s exacting standards, but well enough to precede Livvy without looking bedraggled and half dressed. Mr. Willis set out a “do-it-yourself“ luncheon of sandwich makings, green and pasta salads, chips, dips, and an assortment of drinks ranging from white wine to sodas to coffee. The growing crowd at the lodge helped themselves.
    Jack Thatcher had assigned himself and his downtrodden assistant the job of hauling the nonresident guests back and forth from the hunting lodge to their motel. Jane tried at first to sort out who everyone was, having hand-addressed all the invitations, but soon gave up. They fell into identifiable categories though. Some of the older, better-dressed men appeared to be business associates of Jack’s. A few younger women were either their middle-aged crisis