This was it. The moment of truth. Was I going to stay holed up with my cat for the rest of my life? Or was I going to take a chance on love?

“Sure, I’d love to,” I said, taking the leap.

And it really wasn’t such a big leap. Ted seemed like a perfectly nice guy. And it was only one measly dinner. After all, I figured, how bad could it be?

Stick around for a few chapters, and you’ll find out.

YOU’VE GOT MAIL!

To: Jausten

From: Shoptillyoudrop

Subject: Who’s Charleton MacAfee?

Last night when your father was sleeping, I gave the toupee to the cat, hoping she’d claw it to shreds. But Taffy wouldn’t go near it. She took one look at it, and hid under the sofa. I think she thought it was a possum. Of course, Taffy is scared of her own shadow. Not at all like your darling kitty Zoloft.

So this morning the dead squirrel is back on your father’s head, a walking eyesore.

What with all this to-do over Daddy’s dreadful hairpiece, I forgot all about your Cousin Cindy’s wedding in Ohio next week. I can’t believe she’s getting married and you’re still single. Oh, honey, wouldn’t it be nice if you tied the knot one of these days, and gave Daddy and me a little grandbaby? Sometimes I think you made a mistake divorcing The Glob. True, he hardly got off the sofa, but he had a nice smile. Oh, well. I’m sure you know best, dear.

As for the wedding, I simply don’t know how I’m going to face the relatives. With that toupee on your father’s head, we’ll be the laughing stock of the family. I don’t suppose you could possibly break away from your work and meet me there for moral support?

Love,

Mom

PS. The strangest thing about the wedding invitation. It says, “Fred and Earlene Austen, and Charleton MacAfee, request the pleasure of your company at the wedding of their daughter Cindy…” Do you have any idea who Charleton MacAfee is? For the life of me, I can’t think who it could possibly be.

To: Shoptillyoudrop

From: Jausten

Subject: Stiff competition

Sorry, Mom, I have no idea who Charleton MacAfee is. Maybe a relative of Earlene’s?

And I’m afraid I can’t make it to the wedding. First, I’m starting a new job. And second, I haven’t been invited.

Don’t worry about being the laughing stock of the family. I think you’ve got some stiff competition in that department. As I recall, isn’t Uncle Fred the guy who sits at the dinner table with his shotgun in his lap to protect his family from alien invaders? And isn’t Aunt Earlene the one who knits booties for their dog? Compared to them, Daddy will look like Cary Grant.

To: Jausten

From: Shoptillyoudrop

Subject: Cary Grant

I suppose you’re right, darling, but I doubt Cary Grant ever wore a dead squirrel on his head.

To: Shoptillyoudrop

From: Jausten

Any chance of it blowing away in a stiff wind?