"This is the last time that stupid bitch steals my boyfriend, Mrs. Thompson,"
Edna said, gritting her teeth a little since she'd said that before about her younger
sister, "and I made good n' sure of that by poking holes in John's rubbers the day I
found out he was goin' out on me. Let's just say she won't fit in that wedding dress
in a month from now, and she sure as hell couldn't get away with wearing white then."
Mrs. Thompson replied, a little surprised as all came clear to her, "I guess that would
explain why the ceremony was held in an unfinished back yard instead of a church..."
purchased from Hunter's Antiques, Seattle. Hell hath no fury like a bridesmaid who has to wear lime green.