Chapter 20

Not wanting to delay the inevitable, I called Martin the next morning to tell him the wedding was off. “Good morning, Muffin. To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?”

“Martin, I have something to tell you but I guess I should wait till this afternoon when you get home from work. I don’t want to spoil your day.”

“Muffin, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I said, my voice a little squeaky.

“You don’t call me at 7:30 in the morning for nothing.”

“Yeah…”

“So tell me.”

“I really think I should tell you tonight.”

“Tell me Muffin.”

“I’m calling the wedding off.”

Silence.

“You’re right. We need to talk about this tonight,” he said calmly. “Call me when you get home and settled.”

I agreed and walked numbly out to my car.

* * * *

“So is just the wedding off or are we off?” he asked me when we finally talked. It took me two hours to form the conversation in my mind before I picked up the phone to call him. He answered on the first ring and got right to the point.