“Oh Garrett, it’s just lovely. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to have our reception here?”
Unpleasant emotion churned in Garrett’s gut at Johnette’s mention of their own possible wedding. They’d gone steady for a few months, but since their first date, she had mentioned getting married at every opportunity. He didn’t blame her. She was past thirty and most of her friends had married right after college.
While not entirely opposed to having a wife, two kids, and a house on Long Island, that dream had eluded him thus far. Whenever he pictured the dream house, it was a small inn, converted from a huge, old house, furnished with all the treasures that he found at the flea market on the weekends.