Family Be Mine. Tracy Kelleher
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He was a yoga instructor, a terrific one given his ardent following. Not content to improve his employer’s business, he had bravely struck out on his own six months ago, forming Grantham Yoga and Wellness Center. He knew the uncertainties, especially in the weak economy, but he had a solid business plan and was determined to reach for his dream. As part of his holistic approach, he had also brought in a nutritionist as a partner, and working as a team they had seen their clientele steadily increase. Then, once his finances had started to stabilize, Zach had proposed.
And Sarah had accepted, not because she had felt over the moon—she had given up the whole over-the-moon stuff two months after moving in with Earl. No, she’d accepted because she had found contentment. Contentment was good.
Anyway, besides being financially stable, Zach was a good citizen—he coached in the local youth soccer league. And he was faithful. Zach never showed any inclination to wander despite all those women in sports bras and various forms of body-hugging knitwear.
So, in Sarah’s view, he was free to lecture her for fifteen minutes on whatever he fancied. He could even take twenty.
Speaking of twenty minutes, Sarah glanced at her wrist. She knew it was neurotic to wear a watch on her wedding day—all right, not vaguely—but she couldn’t help it. That was the type of person she had become. Besides, it was her grandmother’s old Longines dress watch, so it was fulfilling the “something old” and “something borrowed” elements of the wedding ritual.
She finished fussing with her dress and turned to her mother. “Mom, I know you mean well, but why don’t we just agree that you’re happy to be able to share this day with me?” Sarah patted her mother sweetly on the upper arm of her jacket dress. Penny was wearing a beige mother-of-the-bride ensemble that she’d made from a Butterick pattern.
“All right, dear.” Penny dabbed her eyes once more.
“I’m just so happy, but I think I’d better warn you.”
Sarah inhaled sharply.
“Your father did mention that he was planning on bringing up something along the lines of you finally turning your life around—as part of his toast, that is.”
Sarah groaned silently and placed her hand on her diaphragm. She pressed against the knot of indigestion that had taken up residence for the past few weeks. “I don’t suppose there’s any point in trying to talk to Dad ahead of time?” She looked at her mother’s dubious expression. “No, I didn’t think so. Well, I’m sure I have survived worse.”
She glanced at her watch again. “You know, he won’t get to say anything if I don’t remind the groom that it’s almost time. Zach is one of those people who never wears a watch, which is why he has me around, I guess.” Sarah hoisted up the full skirt of her dress and headed for the door.
“Can’t your father do that?” Penny said. “He’s just outside trying to pick up the baseball game on that little transistor radio I bought him for our tenth wedding anniversary. It’s practically a relic, but he insists it’s still perfectly good, even if it did confuse the security man at the airport.”
Sarah brushed past her mother. “Far be it from me to bother Dad before the seventh inning stretch.” She strode down the narrow hallway. Her satin ballet slippers moved soundlessly along the stone floor. In deference to Zach’s self-conscious concerns about being shorter, she had given up wearing anything remotely resembling heels. Even barefoot, the top of his head came just to her nose, and Sarah, all five-ten of her, had found herself compensating with a noticeable slump. As a physiotherapist, the poor posture irritated her no end. As a woman prepared to join her hand in holy matrimony, she had decided to compromise. She’d stand up straight at work and slump at home.
She reached the heavy wooden door to the chaplain’s office and knocked. Zach had a habit of meditating in anticipation of stressful events, and she didn’t want to interrupt any Zen-like trance too abruptly.
She didn’t hear anything, so she knocked again.
Penny tiptoed next to her daughter. “Sarah, isn’t it bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Sarah put her ear to the polished wood. “There’s no such thing as bad luck.” She called through the door, “Zach?”
She heard a muffled noise that sounded as if Zach had a cough drop lodged in his throat.
The strange muffled noise grew louder. She frowned. That didn’t sound like a cough drop crisis. She placed her hand on the doorknob, pushed the door ajar and looked in.
She froze.
“Sarah, Sarah, is something wrong with Zach?” her mother asked.
Sarah turned to shield her mother. She drew the door shut. “Mom.” She wet her lips, and then wet her lips again. “I think it might be better if I spoke to Zach alone.” There was a quaver in her voice.
From the other side of the door, there was the sound of furniture creaking and rocking.
“Nonsense. I’m the mother of the bride. If anyone should talk to the groom, it should be me, by tradition. I know, you don’t believe in these things, but I do. So, young lady, I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I can see it’s time I asserted a mother’s prerogative.” Penny led with her shoulder past her trembling daughter. She might be all of five foot three and out of her element in an Ivy League setting, but nobody should underestimate Penny Halverson, she of sturdy Norwegian immigrant stock. She not only made lutefisk, she enjoyed it.
“Zach,” her mother called, barging in. “It’s Penny, and it’s time you got…” Her voice trailed off. The creaking and rocking stopped.
Penny turned back to Sarah, her mouth ajar, pointing vaguely behind her.
Sarah nodded. The next thing she knew, her mother had crumpled to the floor.
“Oh, no.” Sarah crouched next to her. “Mom?” She reached for her hand.
From down the hall, she could hear a tapping of heels. “Hey, Sarah, this is your matron of honor doing her sacred duty. The natives are starting to get restless out there, you know. I think it’s time to get this show on the road.” It was Katarina.
Sarah glanced up before quickly going back to holding her mother’s limp hand. “There’s been a slight delay in the action. My mother just fainted. Could you go get Julie?” She bent down. “Mom? Mom? Can you hear me?”
Muffled voices arose from the other side of the door. Then the sound of footsteps followed by a tentative knock. “Sarah,” came a timid voice.
Sarah got up, turned the heavy iron key in the lock and pocketed it. She came back and squatted by her mother.
“What the…?” Katarina shifted her worried gaze from Penny to the sounds.
“Don’t bother with that,” Sarah said. “Just go get Julie. Mom may have hurt herself when she hit the deck.”
Less than a minute later, an Amazon-like woman came running down the hallway, the straight skirt of her teal bridesmaid dress hiked up around her thighs, her dress sandals dangling from her fingertips. As soon as she saw Sarah and her mother on the floor, she skittered to a stop and dropped to her knees. Her bridesmaid’s bouquet landed nearby.
Katarina followed closely behind. “How’s your mom?”
“She’s just starting to come to.” She looked over at Julie. “Your stockings are mincemeat, you know.”
“There’re worse things in life, believe me,” Julie said. She immediately redirected her focus to Penny. “Mrs. Halverson, can you hear me?”
Penny blinked her eyes slowly open and attempted to get up. “What…what happened?”
“Stay there, Mrs. Halverson. You fainted. I’m Sarah’s friend Julie. You remember me?” Penny nodded.
“I’m