Sara:
“Hey, Mom, can we talk?” I asked, my voice tinged with concern.
“Yes, sure, Sara. What’s on your mind?” My mother’s response was welcoming.
“I was wondering if you could convince Julie to be my maid of honor?” I questioned, hopeful.
“Oh, about that, she doesn’t want to, and I would prefer you to just give it up and ask someone else, babe,” my mother suggested, a touch of practicality in her tone.
“Why? I mean, she’s my sister. Who else should I ask? Mom, you were supposed to convince her,” I pleaded.