“I knew her right after y’all’s divorce. My advice, for what it’s worth, is that if you do get back together that you make her sign a prenup, and that you get your company lawyer to draw it up.”

“Thank you, but there’s no way in hell I’m ever taking a chance with Rita again,” he said.

“That’s great news. See you in three months.” Lauren waved as she left.

He removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. Should things ever get really serious with Mitzi, would she be willing to sign a prenup?

Mitzi was walking across the parking lot to the party store when her phone pinged. The text was from Graham: Call me, please.

She sat down on a bench outside the store and made the call.

“Hello,” Graham said. “I’m glad you called back. Do you have a few minutes?”

“Sure. I’m in town to pick up part of the supplies for the bridal fair. What’s going on?” she asked.

“Could I meet you somewhere so we can talk in person?” he asked.

“I’m sitting on the bench outside the party store. It’s not far from you. Want to join me?”

“I’ll be there in five minutes. How do you take your coffee?”

“Black and strong, but I’d rather have a tall sweet tea,” she told him.

“I’ll stop by Starbucks on the way,” he said.

Five minutes didn’t give Mitzi enough time to get the supplies that they’d ordered for the bridal fair, check them to be sure everything was correct, and take them to her van. It did let her watch the people come and go, and that was something she’d always enjoyed, even as a child. When she’d go with her folks to the lake, she’d make up stories in her head about the people she saw, and she still did the same today.

An older couple, both gray haired, holding hands, and neither getting along with much speed, stopped for a moment and said hello to her before they entered the store. In her mind, they’d been married for more than sixty years. The lady had dark hair when she was young, and Mitzi imagined her wedding dress was white silk with a high neckline and butterfly sleeves.