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Anthony plops a large scoop of mashed potatoes onto Sway’s plate as she answers, “Good, I guess. We want to keep everything low key and just get married at the courthouse or something, then go to dinner as a family. But it probably won’t be until next summer or something. I don’t want to be all bundled up for pictures. Who knows, though? Maybe I’ll change my mind.” She lifts her chin toward the gravy. “Hey, Mr. Wright, wanna be my hero and ladle me some gravy too?”
He scoops a generous portion of brown gravy onto her mashed potatoes while I surmise, “So…you’re not really planning at all then.”
“You know me.” Sway shrugs. “I’m all about spontaneity. Hell, maybe one of you can get registered online, and we can just do it here for Sunday dinner or something.”
With a grin, Anthony shakes his head but doesn’t argue. The boy used to plan out what he was wearing the night before, and now, he’s stuck with a girl who flies by the seat of her pants, happy to just go with the flow like a flower child.
“I think that whatever you decide to do will be great. When I do it all again, it’ll be very different from my first marriage,” Skye informs us as she scoops up some green beans.
“Like what?” I ask before taking a bite of juicy turkey.
“I dunno.” Her expression turns wistful but is laced with a deep sadness that weighs heavy on her shoulders. Setting her fork aside, she sighs. “A church, maybe? And a ring of my choice instead of the biggest one Liam could find. And you already know about the dress I’m going to use. Just those kinds of things.”
“Have you heard from him, honey?” Dad asks gently.
Skye shakes her head, her tone turning bitter. “Nope. It’s been…six months-ish since we got back from our honeymoon and not a peep. So, ya know, that’s just lovely.”
With a tight smile, I bump my shoulder to hers. “You got this, Skye. It’ll be okay.”
As if she’s tasted something sour, her lips pucker, but she bites back her rebuttal and says, “I think that’s enough about me and my pathetic love life. Let’s change the subject, shall we?”
“I saw a certain someone again at the grocery store,” Sway announces, her gaze turning to me.
My dad crosses his arms. “And?”
“And he had a Granite Elementary teacher’s badge pinned to his shirt.”
“He works with you?” my dad practically screeches.
I cringe. “Maybe?”
“Since when?” he demands.
“Since we were looking for a gym teacher a couple of months ago,” I mumble, shoving another bite of turkey into my mouth.
Sway interrupts, “So how’s it going? The last I’d heard is that you and Skye went over to his house for a Star Wars marathon.”
“You’ve been hanging out with him?” Dad interrupts, his face reddening. Although, whether it’s from shock or frustration, I’m not entirely sure.
I drop my gaze to my plate and push the potatoes around it.
“Not really.”
“But kind of,” Sway clarifies. “And yes, I know it’s been a while since Skye informed me about that little tidbit, but you’ll have to forgive me for being behind on the latest gossip. I’ve been a crappy sister lately. Things have been crazy at the cat sanctuary, and we’ve barely been keeping our heads above water
with all the new kittens, and surgeries, and finding them homes, and yeah. You get the picture. So…tell me everything.”
“Yeah. Fill us in,” Dad demands.
“There’s not much to tell.” Some water splashes out of my glass as I bring it to my lips and chug almost half of it in one go.
“Oh, baloney.” Sway turns to Skye. “Skye, you live with her. Tell the vault to open up and give us all the details, will ya?”
Skye shrugs. “The ball’s in Saylor’s court. So…she pretty much summed it up for you guys. There’s not much to tell.”
“Well that’s…anticlimactic,” Sway decides.
“Yup,” I return, popping the ‘p’ at the end.
