My Big Fat Supernatural Wedding

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Author: Charlaine Harris
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hand, and I can appreciate being in a love jones with a fine man like that, but ya gotta come up for air, baby."
    "It wasn't like that," Odelia said laughing.
    "Oh, pullease," Carlah fussed, grabbing Odelia's hand and holding it up to the sunlight. "The man puts two cold karats on you, practically locks you away in y'all's apartments for two weeks, and you want me to believe he slept on the couch?" Carlah thrust the FedEx box at Odelia. "Give up the tapes. Details. Is he worth marrying, doing the tilldeathdoyoupart thing?"
    "He's worth marrying," Odelia said, shaking her head and chuckling as she snatched the box from her friend, but refusing to say more.
    "Hotdamn, I knew it. I'm too jealous, but it's all good. Tomorrow, we turn our tassels, throw our hats, and then you go out in white."

    The statement ran through Odelia like ice waterthe part about going out in white. Rather than focus on that as a possibility, she tore open the box and stood very still.
    "What is it?" Carlah peered over the edge of the box as Odelia carefully extracted white fabric wrapped in plastic.
    She would know her father's scrawl anywhere, and as soon as she saw white and not feathers, she knew he'd finally given his blessing. As gingerly as possible, she pulled the dress out and held it to her body, while Carlah snatched away the box and rooted within it for a note that didn't exist.
    "Whoa . . . ," Carlah said, amazed. "Your dai sent your mom's dress?"
    "Yeah," Odelia whispered, gazing at the dress. The fabric suddenly became blurry as she smoothed the plasticensconced gown against her body. "Something really crazy had to go down."
    "Girl," Carlah said, slinging an arm over her shoulder. "You're so paranoid. Just put it upstairs, we go eat, and go get ourselves beautiful for tomorrow. What could go wrong?"
    Odelia simply nodded and took out her keys, too afraid to hazard a guess.
    "Oh, shit!" Hugh hollered, and kicked his tire. "Brandnew truck jacked, right before graduation? Man, how am I gonna tell my people about this?"
    Jefferson kept trying his cell phone that oddly didn't work.
    "A black cat runs outta nowhere, I swerve, and now my beautiful candy red baby has no Front end? Look at her, man! I shoulda run over that Freaking thing and made it road pizza!"
    True enough; the Front of Hugh's new ride was Folded in on itself like an accordion, radiator smoking.
    "We're lucky to be alive, man. Let's Focus on that. Your cell phone working? I can't get reception."
    Hugh sighed and flipped open his cellular. "Damn. I can't get none either."
    "All right, so we walk till we can find a store or something, and then call For a tow."
    "Are you crazy?" Carlah screamed, making all heads in the salon turn in unison.
    "My hair is green! I'm graduating tomorrow! I'm in a wedding! My maidofhonor dress is sky blue! This won't work!" Odelia flung the dryer hood back and stood up. Her girlfriend, who was normally a sandy almond brunette, looked like a punk rocker. "They can fix it; they can fix it," she said, rushing over to Carlah to try to console her as shrieks gave way to sobs. Oh, Lord, it was starting.
    "Tell me again why we are sitting in the back of a police car? I'm still trying to wrap my brain around this, man," Hugh said quietly.
    "Because you decided to go up to a house, against my warning, and the old lady in there thought it was about to be a home invasion," Jefferson replied evenly while he stared out the window.
    "My hair is now hideous, doodoo brown," Carlah said picking at her salad, her eyes puffy "With my complexion, dog poop brown does not work."

    Odelia hadn't touched her meal; all she could do was look at Carlah's once gorgeous tresses that were now redyed to a garish color that made her very pale cafe au lait skin seem cadaverous. The greenish tinge beneath the layeredon color was still very noticeable in the light. "It'll be all right, sweetie," Odelia said, guilt lacerating her. "It just has to"
    "I'm suing them. I promise you. Feel
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