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stupid!” 
    Jayne
was responsible for getting Laura and Paul together.  After that, she
thought she had the magic touch for matchmaking.  Any singleton she knew
paid the price for Laura’s happiness.
    Laura
glanced at her watch, threw the dishcloth in the sink then turned to me.
    I
recognised her ‘do me a favour’ smile. 
    “Listen. 
I know you’ve only just arrived, but I need to nip to town.”  She darted
across the room and rummaged through a drawer.  “Do you mind waiting
here?  Read a magazine or something.” 
    “I’ll
come with you,” I said, puzzled by her urgency.  “I don’t have anything
else to do.”
    Laura
poked around another drawer and stuffed a piece of paper into her bag. 
She cocked her head towards the hall resembling a person with a twitch - not a
flattering look. 
    I
dashed out the front door.  “I can take a hint.  But what’s the
hurry?” 
    We
drove to town in Laura’s car.  She didn’t answer my question.  Laura
loved shopping.  Today she had no interest in it.
    “I
need to nip to the collection office before it shuts.  Will you wait here
for me?”  Laura slipped away, leaving me standing on the path in the
middle of town. 
    My
mobile pinged with a text from Jayne, asking how my date went.  I typed a
reply:  ‘ Never again.  You’re sacked! Xx’
    Ten
minutes later, Laura returned with a parcel tucked under her arm. 
    “What’s
in the box?” I asked, touching it.
    “Nothing
important.”  She moved the parcel, wedging it under her other arm out of
my view.
    “Is
it for the wedding?  Can I see?”
    “No.”
    I
folded my arms, and glanced at the parcel from the corner of my eye.  Perhaps
it’s a bridesmaid gift for me , I thought, grinning.  “Is it a—“
    “You’re
being very nosey lately, Chelsea.”
    “Huh? 
What’s that supposed to mean?  Lately ?”
    “Never
mind.  Just forget the damn parcel, will you?”
    I
hooked her arm.  “No.  Tell me.  What do you mean?”
    "Please,
drop it."  Laura's mouth curved downwards.  
    “Take
a chill pill,” I said.  “I was only playing around.  You’re not
normally so secretive.  What’s up?”
    Laura
shrugged off my grip.  “I’m not being secretive.”
    “And,
I suppose you’re not being snappy, either.”  I nudged her and smiled,
hoping she’d break out of her mood.
    Laura
shoved a hand through her hair.  “Chelsea, just... grrr.”  She
marched ahead and didn’t look back.
    “Hey,
Laura!  Wait up.”  I chased after her, but lost her among the mass of
bobbing heads on the path.  She simply vanished. 
    Holy
crap!   What was that outburst all about?   I figured all brides should be
entitled to the odd ‘ Bridezilla’ moment, but assumed that would be
regarding the dress, the cake... 
    The
wind kicked up a small storm of debris around my ankles as I waited, leaning
against a shop wall, staring up and down the busy street.  She’d have to
face me at some point.  My car was outside her house. 
    Laura
didn’t accept my phone calls, so I left a message to try and win her
round.  It worked. 
    She
returned fifteen minutes later, red-faced, parcel still under her arm. 
“I’m so sorry,” she said.
    “I
should think you are.  Don’t do that again or we really will fall out.”
    She
hugged me, then we headed to the car and drove to her house. 
    I
drank a quick coffee in her kitchen before standing up to leave. 
    Laura
showed me down the hall.  She stroked a finger over a framed photo of her
parents.
    I
fished my car keys out of my bag, then placed my hand on her shoulder. 
“They’d be so proud of you, Laura Harris.”  I guessed that’s what she
needed to hear.
    “Not
for much longer,” she said, with a sparkle in her eyes. 
    I
nibbled my lip, trying to understand.  “Huh?”
    “My
name.  It’ll be Johnson soon.”
    “Of
course.  Mrs. Laura Johnson.”  Phew!   I thought, silly
me . 
    There
was no doubt in my mind she’d have