5/10/2023 0 Comments The finders by jeffrey b burton![]() ![]() ![]() She’d just missed the exit ramp for Egg River and figured she needed to get to the shoulder-publically puking on I-90, not the greatest of ways to start the day-but then spotted the blue sign signaling wayside rest and goosed the Miata. Christine jerked the Miata into the right lane, thanking God there was no traffic, no one to piss off. Being left out of the bridesmaid parade gave Christine more time to visit with old friends, get caught up on their lives, and, especially, to drink champagne … and, more especially, to dance the night away.Ĭhristine now found herself on her early-Sunday-morning trek back to Minneapolis, cruising at seventy miles per hour down I-90 in her white pearl Miata-she had a training seminar to present with her boss and her boss’s boss first thing Monday-when the nausea washed over her. Evidently, when it came to marriage, it’s not necessarily sisters before misters or whatever the female equivalent of bros before hoes was these days.īut it didn’t matter. After all, Christine had dated Brad for nearly half of college-their sophomore and junior years-and she knew Sierra remained a bit touchy on the subject. How could it not be with her old sorority mates? Sure, even though she and Sierra had been besties from back in their AOII days at dear old Ski-U-Mah, Christine hadn’t been selected as one of Sierra’s bridesmaids. It had been a crazy Chicago wedding weekend all right. ![]()
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