![]() ![]() Don't you remember the weekend before last when we all had dinner with your father? And he was saying what a pity it was that nothing much would be blooming in the yard in August, so there wouldn't be much color? Well, I just saw a photo in a magazine that had peacocks in it, and they were just about the most darling things you ever saw …" "They'll just be there, adding grace and elegance to the occasion. "We're not going to do anything with them" Samantha said, impatiently. Surely that wasn't what she had in mind, was it? "What are we going to do with them at the wedding?" I suppressed a shudder at the thought of peacocks, roasted with the feathers still on, gracing the buffet table. "I see," I said, although actually I didn't. ![]() As far as Samantha was concerned, the entire universe revolved around her upcoming wedding, and as maid of honor, I was expected to share her obsession. ![]() "I just called to tell you that we need some peacocks." "Oh, don't be silly, Meg," the voice continued. I opened one eye to peer at the clock: it was 6:00 A.M. ![]() "I beg your pardon, you must have the wrong number," I mumbled. I HAD BECOME SO USED TO HYSTERICAL DAWN PHONE CALLS THAT I only muttered one half hearted oath before answering. ![]()
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