Love, Rosie (225 page)

was
getting
married.
My
inbox
was
full
of
e-mails
from
confused

friends
and
I
was
just
about
to
deal
with
them
when
I
got
an
instant

message
from
you
accusing
me
of
doing
all
sorts
of
things.

So
I
sent
you
and
Katie
a
wedding
invite
anyway
thinking
that
even

though
you
disapproved
of
my
choice
of
wife
and
concocted

pathetic
stories
about
why
I
was
marrying
her,
you
might
still
have

behaved
like
the
friend
you
claim
to
be
by
attending
my
wedding

and
being
supportive.

Clearly
you
couldn’t
do
that
and
stopped
all
forms
of
communica-

tion
for
months
so
I
didn’t
think
it
was
necessary
for
me
to
continue

making
an
effort
when
you
obviously
couldn’t
be
bothered.

But
in
the
meantime
I
have
received
your
array
of
Christmas
cards,

happy
new
year
cards,
St.
Patrick’s
Day
cards,
postcards,
and
gifts

for
Theo
and
likewise
and
I
hope
you
have
received
mine.
So
I
apol-

ogize
for
the
last
card
you
received,
your
name
was
on
my
mailing

love,
rosie

335

list,
but
this
particular
card
was
intended
for
my
patients
and
not

you.
Anyway,
I
didn’t
think
you
would
appreciate
the
family
photo

in
front
of
the
Christmas
tree.
It’s
not
something
I
imagine
that’s

being
displayed
on
your
mantel.

Rosie:

Alex:

Rosie:

I
didn’t
receive
any
wedding
invite!

What?

I
got
no
invitation
to
your
wedding.
There
was
one
for
Katie
alright

but
none
for
me.
And
Katie
couldn’t
very
well
go
because
she
was

only
13
and
where
would
she
stay?
And
I
couldn’t
bring
her
over

because
frankly
I
couldn’t
afford
to—

Alex:

Rosie:

Alex:

Rosie:

Alex:

Rosie:

Alex:

Rosie:

Alex:

Rosie:

Alex:

Rosie:

Alex:

Rosie:

Alex:

Rosie:

Stop!
Now
let
me
think
about
this
for
a
moment.
You
received
no

wedding
invite?

No.
Just
one
for
Katie.

What
about
your
parents?

Yeah
they
received
one
but
they
couldn’t
go
because
they
were
visit-

ing
Steph
in
Paris
and—

OK!
Yours
wasn’t
sent
there
by
mistake?

No.

But
my
parents,
didn’t
they
tell
you?

They
said
they
would
love
me
to
go
but
they
don’t
control
the

invites,
Alex.
You
never
asked
me
to
go.

But
you
were
on
the
list,
I
even
saw
your
invite
on
the
kitchen
table.

Oh.

So
what
happened?

Don’t
ask
me!
I
didn’t
even
know
there
was
an
invite!

There
was
one!

OK!
Who
posted
them?

Bethany
and
the
wedding
planner.

Hmm
.
.
.
OK
so
somewhere
between
Bethany
walking
toward
the