Not Quite A Bride (4 page)
Authors: Kirsten Sawyer
6
World's Worst Sister
B
efore I can throw myself into the details of my plan, I have to deal with my sister and make amends for my behavior. I know it's pathetic that it's taken me a week to work up the courage to apologize for ruining her wonderful surprise, but I said I hit rock bottom ... obviously people at rock bottom are pathetic.
efore I can throw myself into the details of my plan, I have to deal with my sister and make amends for my behavior. I know it's pathetic that it's taken me a week to work up the courage to apologize for ruining her wonderful surprise, but I said I hit rock bottom ... obviously people at rock bottom are pathetic.
Jamie and I both live for chocolate chip cookies, so I know that showing up at her apartment with a dozen from her favorite bakery all the way across town will win her over. I stand at her door with my best mea culpa face and the pink box she immediately recognizes.
“Jamie, I'm sorry. I am âWorld's Worst Sister.'”
“No, you're not. I should have been more sensitive ... it probably wasn't the night to spring it on you. I'm sorry.”
We hug and we cry, just a little ... it's genetic. Finally I pull back, wipe a final tear from my eye and smile at her. I follow her inside the beautiful brownstone she and Bryan have to their cozy family room where I can see she has been sitting, knitting a blanket for her unborn baby.
“Oh my God ... you're having a baby!” I exclaim.
I put my hand on my sister's normally washboard stomach and realize that there is a little bump. She REALLY is pregnant!
“Nice bump, huh? We call the baby âBumper,' but we'll probably find out next month if it's a boy or a girl.”
“Really? Wow! Oh my God. When are you due?”
“December 25âChristmas!”
“A winter baby! It's going to be so wonderful. I didn't even realize you were trying!”
“Well, it actually happened really fast. We decided that I would go off the pill for a few months and then we would really start trying ... but we must be really good at it, 'cause we got pregnant right away!” Jamie says as she laughs at her own, somewhat tasteless, joke.
She's always had kind of a raunchy sense of humor, which is even funnier coming from someone so petite and feminine. Jamie and I are very similar-looking sisters. We are both on the shorter side, with medium brown hair and blue eyes, from our dad's side of the family. I wear my hair in a neat, shoulder-length bob, but Jamie lets hers grow down her back and often gets golden blond highlights through it. As I watch her giddy-with-pregnancy excitement, I realize her blue eyes are twinkling just a little more than usual.
“What names are you thinking about?” I jump right in with the tough questions.
“Well, I really love Jane for a girl.”
“I LOVE Jane, too!”
“And maybe Harry for a boy ... like Harrigan, so he will have my name.”
“James ... that is so cool.”
“Yeah, I just have to get Bryan to like it. He thinks Harrigan Hope sounds like a soap-opera character. And the problem with Jane is if we call her Janie. Jamie's daughter Janie seems a little too confusing.”
Jamie and I both love names ... as little girls we would sit around thinking of more original names for our Barbies than “Barbie” and always came up with very bizarre choices like Naomi and Yolanda ... I'm so glad her taste has improved.
“But, you'll be Mommy, so it won't be as confusing.” I remind her.
Jamie squeals, “That's true! I'm going to be Mommy! I didn't even think about that ... she wouldn't call me Jamie. Maybe I should think of something cooler than Mommy ... or spell it with an âie'?”
Oh yeah, we also loved spelling regular names with irregular spellings. For example: I remember one doll we fought viciously over named Stefany. Don't ask me why.
Jamie and I spend a good part of the afternoon talking about her pregnancy. It really is such an exciting thing. And I'm still jealous, but not
as
jealous ... especially after she throws up the cookies. By the time I leave, I am excited to be World's Greatest Aunt ... but I remind myself that I cannot get too caught up in that because I have a lot of planning of my own to attend to.
as
jealous ... especially after she throws up the cookies. By the time I leave, I am excited to be World's Greatest Aunt ... but I remind myself that I cannot get too caught up in that because I have a lot of planning of my own to attend to.
7
The Whirlwind Romance Begins
J
ustin and I agreed that we would meet again in a week to devise the game plan for our “relationship.” It'll be important to bring him to strategically placed events with the proper mixture of family and friends so that the fast engagement seems legitimate and doesn't come as a complete shock to anyone. Thankfully, there are a few such events coming up.
ustin and I agreed that we would meet again in a week to devise the game plan for our “relationship.” It'll be important to bring him to strategically placed events with the proper mixture of family and friends so that the fast engagement seems legitimate and doesn't come as a complete shock to anyone. Thankfully, there are a few such events coming up.
A week later I am at the same Starbucks with Justin to finalize the details. Stuff like how affectionate I want him to be, what is the story about how we met, what he does, etc. Also how and when he will be paid. We decide that sticking as close to the truth as possible will make it harder to mess up the lie. So, his name is still Justin Blake. He's still thirty-three and working as a waiter until his acting career takes off. We had a good laugh about what would happen if we said he was a neurosurgeon and then someone went for dinner at the restaurant where he works.
Obviously we decided to skip the whole escort and me answering a
Village Voice
ad thing and say that we met at the Starbucks where we had our first “date.” It's actually a romantic little story. It's basically how it happened in real life sans the business side of our meeting. We also agree that he will not escort anyone else during the year because if someone saw him out with another woman (or man) it would be bad ... but he can continue his own dating life as long as he keeps it discreet. I will pay him, in cash, for each event that he attends as my date/boyfriend/fiancé. I will get a slight discount on his usual evening rates since I will be such a good customer, but I also have to give him a sizable “down payment” to make sure that he will not escort any of his other clients for the year.
Village Voice
ad thing and say that we met at the Starbucks where we had our first “date.” It's actually a romantic little story. It's basically how it happened in real life sans the business side of our meeting. We also agree that he will not escort anyone else during the year because if someone saw him out with another woman (or man) it would be bad ... but he can continue his own dating life as long as he keeps it discreet. I will pay him, in cash, for each event that he attends as my date/boyfriend/fiancé. I will get a slight discount on his usual evening rates since I will be such a good customer, but I also have to give him a sizable “down payment” to make sure that he will not escort any of his other clients for the year.
He asks about what would happen if I really did meet “the one” during this year, but I assure him that it hasn't happened in the previous thirty years, so there is no way it will happen in the next 365 days. We even set an engagement date (eight weeks after our first “date”) and our wedding date, June 30, as kind of an inside joke since the whole scheme is kind of my thirtieth birthday present to myself.
The first order of business is making our “love” known to the world. Brad and Claire's engagement party is the obvious place to begin. But before I can just show up with him, I need to plant seeds to those around me that he is in my life.
First, I decide, will be my brother, Logan, who is “finding himself” in Italy. It feels easier to lie on a long distance call, so it seems like the ideal warm-up. Logan is the youngest Harriganâand the much-anticipated son who will carry on the family name. Really, our dad isn't as ridiculous as that sounds, but I think he always had dreams of raising a son, and when his first two children were girls he began to fear it would never happen. But the third time's a charm and he finally got his boy.
I think Logan has always been a bit of an enigma to Dad, though. I still remember Logan's nurseryâa major league sports theme. There was even a brand-new mitt in his crib waiting for him, but Logan was never too into sports. He's brilliant and creative and sensitiveâand not at all the jock that Dad had been waiting for. Luckily, Jamie turned out to be a little bit of a tomboy, so Dad still had someone to use the mitt. Logan graduated from Yale (I told you he was brilliant) with a degree in art history, and went to Italy to travel and explore.
I wander into the park and find a shady bench to dial Logan from my cell phone. Of course, no answer ... he's impossible to get hold of. I take the wimp route and leave a message.
“Logan, it's Molly. How are you? I miss you. I have exciting news! I met someone. His name is Justinâhe's great. Come home so you can meet him. I love you.”
Hooray! The first lie is always the hardest and now it's behind me. The catch about starting with Logan, though, is that I have to tell the rest of my family immediately so that they hear it from me, because he's an enormous gossip. Nobody is perfect, right?
I decide to walk home and make the rest of the calls from the comfort of my own couch. When I walk in the door, the light on my answering machine is blinking “2.” Shoot ... I must have walked too slowly.
“Time of call: 3:06 P.M.”
“Jeez!” I called Logan at, like, three o'clock. I realize he must have been screening his calls, listened to my message, and immediately got on the horn.
“Good Golly Miss Molly!” My mother's voice screeches her annoying pet name for me through the machine. “Why am I always the last to know? Logan told me you met someone. Call me. Share with your mother.” CLICK.
“Time of call: 3:10 P.M.”
“Molly, it's Jamie ... I just talked to Logan. What's the dillio? I
just
saw you! Call me.” CLICK.
just
saw you! Call me.” CLICK.
Okay, here we go ... the plan is now in action ... let's go full force. I take a deep breath, pick up the phone, and dial my sister. I'm saving my mother for last because I have NEVER been able to lie to my mother. She sees right through me like a plate-glass window, and I inevitably crack under the pressure. I figure warming up on Jamie might ease me into my mom. Jamie answers immediately.
“Hello?”
“It's me.”
“What's going on? Logan called and told me that you met someone! Why did you tell him first?!?”
Now is probably a good time to explain that Jamie has a slight middle-child complex when it comes to family stuff. In real life she's extremely confident and centered, but when it comes to the Harrigans, she's a complete Jan Brady.
“Jamie, I'm sorry. I hadn't talked to Logan in a while and I just happened to be calling him.” GOD, I hate lying!
“Well, tell me more than you told him to make up for it. He said all you said is you met someone named Justin.”
“Okay, he's right ... I did. Justin is thirty-three. He's an actorâwell, he's a waiter who wants to be an actor. He's wonderful ... at least he seems wonderful. It's only been a couple weeks.”
“A couple weeks?!? Why didn't you tell me sooner?”
“Sooner? It's only been two weeks! I didn't want to jinx it.”
“Fine. Tell me more. Where did you meet him?”
I launch into the planned story, “We met at Starbucks, actually. I was there, he came in, he asked to share a table, and we started talking.” Shoot, it seemed a little rushed. I hold my breath.
“That sounds awesome!” Phew ... she must be buying it! “I'm so excited for you. When can I meet him? I'm free tonight.” Slow down! I'm definitely not up for that.
“Jamie, relax ... you'll meet him at Brad and Claire's (gag) engagement party (double gag).”
Justin and I decided that we would make that our grand entrance because it would give us some more time to “get to know each other,” and I thought it would piss Claire off. After a brief description of her, Justin thought that pissing Claire off sounded like a lot of fun.
“Okay, (beep) I'll wait (beep).”
“That's my Call Waiting ... I'll call you tomorrow.”
“Okay, maybe it's him!”
I click over ... I was definitely ready to get off that call. Thank goodness for Call Waiting.
“Hello?”
“Molly! I called you. Why didn't you call me back?”
“Mom, hi, I just got home.” (Mental Side Note: I should look into that Call-Waiting Caller-ID thing.)
“Logan said you met someone. Who is he? Does he have a good job?”
“Yes, Mom, he's an actor ... actually, a waiter to pay the bills. His name is Justin Blake. He's thirty-three. You will like himâhe has excellent manners.”
“An acting waiter?!? You call that a good job? Forget it, Molly, he's not the one,” my mother says, her tone immediately shifting from hope and elation to that of a person who has been severely let down.
My mother has a dream for us to marry doctors, lawyers, CEOs, or independently wealthy people. She's an equal-opportunity pain in the ass ... it's not just her daughters she tries to impose these limits on; she's always trying to fix Logan up with women doctors she goes to or women lawyers she meets in elevators. Don't ask ... my mom is a character. She was skeptical about Jamie's husband, Bryan, being a computer consultant, but when she saw the ring he bought Jamie she lightened up. (Oh, shoot ... another Mental Side Note: I'm gonna need a ring.)
“Mom, he's a really good actor. And he's a kind soul.” Those two words,
kind soul
, always win over my mother. The truth is that she herself is a kind soul and has a soft spot for all other kind souls. And he could be a really good actor ... I have no idea.
kind soul
, always win over my mother. The truth is that she herself is a kind soul and has a soft spot for all other kind souls. And he could be a really good actor ... I have no idea.
“Oh my God, Molly, maybe you're falling in love,” she exclaims as the optimism her voice held before she learned of Justin's profession returns.
“Yeah, maybe I am.” I smile at the idea. It would be wonderful to fall in love, and maybe I am starting to, a little ... obviously not with gay JustinâI'm not self-destructive like thatâbut with the idea of the romance of getting engaged and planning a wedding and having someone by my side for the next year.
“Mom, I've gotta run ... I've got cookies burning in the oven.” My God ... it's true what they sayâonce you tell one lie, you open floodgates.
“I thought you said you just got home?”
Shoot ... this is why it's bad to lie.
“I did ... I did just get home. I put some break-and-bakes in the ovenâI was really craving chocolate chip cookiesâand then I dialed you.” I really need to watch myself!
“Craving cookies? Are you pregnant? Jamie said you brought cookies to her house, too!”
“What?!? Mom! NO!! I haven't even slept with him.” And yuck that I just told that to my mother. “I'm hanging up now. I love you, good-bye.” CLICK.
I bang my head on the wall a few times and dial one final number for the day. Of course, that person doesn't answer.
“Logan, you are lucky I love you because you have a big fucking mouth.” CLICK.
I flop down on the couch and Tiffany makes herself comfortable next to me. I'm going to need to get in shape for all this! It's exhausting.
Many hours later, I'm in my comfy sweats (not to be confused with my cute sweats that I could actually leave the house in, thanks to JLo) with take-out chopsticks in my hand. I jump a foot when my buzzer buzzes.
“Who is it?” I frantically screech through the intercom while chow mein hangs out of my mouth.
“Molly, it's me. Buzz me up.”
I am totally confused as to why Brad is at my house, but I buzz him up. Literally seconds laterâhe must have run up the stairsâBrad is at my door, slightly out of breath.
“Brad! What's going on? Is everything okay?”
“Jamie called me ...”
“Oh my God! Is everything okay? With the baby??” I interrupt.
“What? Yes. She's fine. She said you met someone.”
Hang on, back up. What is wrong with these people? Don't they have lives of their own?!?
Brad is standing in my doorway, staring at me expectantly. I have no idea what he is doing there.
“Yes, I met someone. What's the problem?”
A strange thing happens ... when I confirm that there is someone in my life, Brad gets this look of deep hurt for just a split second and then quickly replaces it with a look of fake enthusiasm.
“That's fantastic! That's what Jamie said, and I just wanted to get the details from you. I guess I'll go now.”
Huh?
“Brad, you (from the looks of it) ran all the way here to âget the details,' which you didn't actually get, and now you're leaving? Why didn't you just call me?”
He looks confused by my question.
“I dunno ... I guess I just wanted to see you.” He pauses for a second. “Why didn't
you
call
me
?”
you
call
me
?”
Now I realize ... I've hurt him. He's supposed to be my best friend, and he had to find out from someone else that what I've been complaining to him about not happening for most of our friendship finally happened and I left him out. God, I feel awful.
“I'm so sorry ... I should have called you. I just thought it would be better to tell you in person.”
The truth is that I thought I would be better not to tell him at all because more than my mother and sister combined, Brad is able to see right through me. His bullshit meter is very finely tuned.
“Oh, okay. So, here I am. What are the details?”
We are still standing in the doorway and I still have the container of chow mein in one hand and the chopsticks in the other.
“Come in. Let me grab another pair of chopsticks.”
Suddenly he's totally on edge again.
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