Two weeks before her wedding, Blonde Belinda plodded through Walker Bugh's door and collapsed on the living room floor in a destressing yoga pose before she came to the kitchen table. "Walker, I can't find a single place for our wedding in this whole town that fits with the right vibrations."
"Everyone is booked up, I take it," Walker Bugh said.
"Could we have our wedding in your back yard? Its ambience will so strike Aubrey."
Walker Bugh winced. This maid of honor gig was getting heavy. "How many are on your guest list?"
"Small. Only a hundred people. The catering service will do all the work."
Soon after Blonde Belinda left, Summer showed up. "Not to worry," she said. "Only half will turn up. Most are a little worn out by Belinda's weddings."
Nevertheless, Walker Bugh organized a game plan for the upcoming nuptials, bought a bridesmaid's outfit to Belinda's specifications and found a minister who would actually preside over the ceremony, although his credentials were a little suspect. Could one train to be an ordained minister online? Blonde Belinda wasn't the best at details, but in spite of Walker Bugh's doubts, maybe Belinda had finally found the love of her life, and Walker Bugh was an easy touch for true love.
Two days before the grand event, Blonde Belinda burst through the door and spent such a long time on the living room floor, that Walker interrupted Belinda's routine. "The wedding is off, isn't it?"
Blonde Belinda peered at her between elevated legs. "He left town. Without a word, he just left."
"When were you going to tell me?"
"I was working on that. Wouldn't it be braver if I was the jilted bride at the altar?"
Walker Bugh grabbed the guest list and picked up her phone. "Belinda, there is no altar."
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