Tribute

smiled and listened. Dilly was never at a loss for words for long.
    “Of course, I’m completely exhausted. But somehow, the energy’s there when I need it most. And Mario’s taking very good care of me.”
    “I’m glad. Mom, Ford and I are getting married.”
    “Who?”
    “Ford, Mom. You met him when you came here.”
    “I can hardly be expected to remember everyone I meet. The tall one? The neighbor?”
    “He’s tall, and he lives across the road.”
    “When did all this happen?” Dilly demanded, with the first notes of petulance in her voice. “Why are you marrying him? When you come back to L.A.—”
    “Mom, just listen. Just listen and don’t say anything until I’m done. I’m not going back to L.A. I’m not coming back to the business.”
    “You—”
    “Just listen . This is my home now, and I’m building a life here. I’m in love with an amazing man who loves me back. I’m happy. I’m as happy at this moment as you are when you step out into the lights. I want you to do one thing for me. Just this one thing, just this one time. I want you to say, whether you mean it or not, just say, ’I’m happy for you, Cilla.’”
    “I’m happy for you, Cilla.”
    “Thanks.”
    “I am happy for you. I just don’t understand why—”
    “It’s enough, Mom. Just be happy. You don’t have to understand. I’ll see you in a couple of weeks.”
    It’s enough, Cilla thought again. Maybe one day there would be more, maybe there wouldn’t. So it was enough.
    She went back into the house, and to Ford.
    REINFORCEMENT ARRIVED with platters and bowls, with tables and pounds of ice. Penny dispatched Ford to help unload at the farm before she bustled into the kitchen with Patty, where Cilla agonized over the pasta salad.
    “Someone needs to taste it. Ford and I are too emotionally involved with the pasta. We have no objectivity.”
    “It’s so pretty!” Patty exclaimed. “Isn’t that a pretty salad, Pen?”
    But Penny, whose eagle eyes spotted Cilla’s ring in under three seconds, latched on to Cilla’s hand. “When?”
    “Last night.”
    “What? What am I missing? Oh God, oh God! Is that what I think it is? Is that it? Oh, let me see!” Patty crowded in, peered down at the ring. “It’s just beautiful. It’s just so beautiful. I’m so happy. I’m so happy for both of you.”
    No prompting needed from the wings here, Cilla thought as Patty threw her arms around Cilla and dipped them both side to side.
    “Didn’t take you long to come to your senses. Let go, Patty, she’s going to be my daughter-in-law.” Nudging Patty aside, Penny moved in for a hug. “He’s a very, very good man.”
    “Only the best.”
    “I’m pretty sure you almost deserve him.” Penny leaned back, all smiles and damp eyes. “Aren’t they going to make us beautiful grand-babies, Patty?”
    “Oh, well . . .”
    “We won’t start nagging you about that yet. Much,” Patty put in. “First we get to nag you about the wedding. Did you set the date?”
    “No, not really. We just—”
    “It’s too late to take advantage of the fall season. The foliage will peak in about six weeks. And there’s so much to do.”
    “We thought an outdoor wedding, at the farm. Simple,” Cilla began.
    “Perfect.” Patty counted off on her fingers. “May, early May, don’t you think? May’s so pretty, and that gives us a comfortable time for all the details. The dress comes first. Everything builds around the dress. We have to go shopping. I can’t wait!” Patty threw her arms around Cilla again.
    “Captain Morrow reporting to the staging area,” Cathy said as she came in, loaded with bags. “What’s all this? Has everyone been slicing onions?”
    “No.” Patty dashed at tears. “Cilla and Ford. They’re getting married.”
    “Oh!” Cathy jumbled bags onto the counter, righted one before its contents spilled. She turned, beaming smiles. “Congratulations! What happy news. When’s the big day?”
    “May, we think,” Patty told her. “Don’t we think May? Oh my God, isn’t she going to be the most beautiful bride? An outdoor wedding at the farm. Isn’t that perfect? Imagine the gardens next May.”
    “It’s going to be the event of the year. Simple,” Penny added with a light in her eyes that told Cilla they might have different definitions of the word. “We’ll say simply the event of the year.”
    “You two are scaring the girl.” With a laugh, Cathy put an arm around Cilla’s