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wealthy family whether they want to be or not.”
    What the hell is she talking about? Maggie couldn’t
recall Hazel telling her anything significant about today. Not only was Hazel acting
strange, but so was the entire town.
    “I did have a dream that Maggie Greenlee was left at
the altar.” A hush grew over the group and Beth added, “Oh, well we can’t worry
about her. I hope they seat us soon. I haven’t had breakfast.”
    Maggie pulled herself back around the tree. Her
hands crossed in front of her heart. She wished she hadn’t eavesdropped. Her
gasp sounded like a dead cow.
    Hazel popped into her head. It was like sparks flew
from her eyes, “Maggie Greenlee, don’t you ever, under any circumstances tell
your dreams before you eat breakfast.”
    In her little girl voice, Maggie had asked, “Why,
Granny?”
    Hazel bent down, a shadow cast over Maggie and
chills found their way all over her body. “You never want your dreams to come
true, no matter how great they are.”
    Maggie jerked away from the tree, and before she
could grab it, the tree fell to the ground leaving a plume of dust in the air
around the bench and tree.
    “I’m sorry.” Maggie profusely apologized to all the
patrons that were waiting for a table when she bent down to pick up the tree.
    “Maggie?” Maggie squeezed her eyes tight, wishing
that hand wasn’t on her back, but the voice proved otherwise. “Let me help
you.”
    With a sigh and a small grunt, Maggie sat the tree
exactly where it had been before she used it as camouflage.
    Wendy Owens was there, with her entourage backing
her up.
    “Wendy!” Thank, God she had put on her Juicy sweat
suit and not some scroungy sweats. Maggie threw her shoulders back to create a
taller illusion to her frame. Plus it made her feel more confident. “Hi, girls.
Didn’t we have so much fun at the shower?”
    Wendy and Susie waved their hands in the air to
clear all the dust. Beth covered her nose and glared at Maggie.
    “I loved the sash. As a matter of fact, I think I’ll
put it on.” Maggie reached in her purse and pulled out the wrinkled sash.
“Beth, I’m sorry you couldn’t make it. We sure did miss you.”
    “It was great seeing you. Talk to you soon.” Wendy
herded the group and waved over her shoulder as they made their way to their
table.
    “Hi, girls!” Belle trotted over from the interior of
the restaurant. Where the hell did she come from? Maggie looked beyond Belle’s
shoulder. “There you are. We’ve been waiting. Come on, we are in a hurry.”
    Maggie glanced around the room. Was it her or was
everyone staring at them? She wasn’t sure what to make out of all the crazy
nonsense. She chalked it up to a town gone mad. She was happy to see that the
Fatted Pig hadn’t changed.
    “Be nice to Mitch and don’t embarrass him in front
of ‘the girlfriend.’” Belle made those stupid quotes with her fingers sounding
just like their father.
    Girlfriend? The words stung her ears. She might not
have “those” feelings for Mitch Dozier, but she never expected him to have a
girlfriend and had had no clue about it.
    She looked at his table. There was nothing unusual.
The gang sat there like they did every Sunday. Tommy, Susie, Beth, Mitch, and
Wendy.
    “Wendy?” Maggie whispered in disbelief when Wendy
reached over and kissed Mitch on the cheek.

 
    Chapter 7
    Life is like a game of cards. The hand
you are dealt is determinism; the way you play it is free will. ~ Jawaharlal
Nehru
     
    Mitch caught Maggie’s eye when she walked through
the restaurant. He wished she didn’t look so damn good. He loved how her sweat
suit hugged her curves. The older she got, the better her body. And the color—The
old Maggie never would’ve worn pink. She made it a point to shy away from any
shade of the color.
    Mitch took a deep breath trying to free up the
tightness in his chest. Deep breathing never worked when Maggie was around, but
he tried anyway. The pink made her hair look blacker