Excerpt from
Marsh Madness:
"My sandals have heels,’’ Bonnie said.
"Clunky or pointed?’’ Mam didn’t look up. "Pointed won’t work. I think Sue Beth is wearing flip flops or maybe even going barefoot. Her dress is long so no one will see, but still it doesn’t seem proper. At least the bridesmaids are wearing ballerina flats dyed to match their dresses.’’
"What color?’’ Bonnie asked.
Mam and I exchanged glances.
"Oh, no don’t tell me, they’re not.’’ Bonnie buried her face in her arms in mock despair.
"They are,’’ I said, having had the same reaction when Mam first told me that Sue Beth’s bridesmaids would be decked out in tea-length dresses the same deep lavender as the material Miss Augusta had bought in bulk on sale at Wal-Mart for the tour guide costumes.
"Pinckney purple rides again,’’ Mam said. "At least they’re not wearing hoop skirts.’’
"Oh, I don’t know,’’ Bonnie said. "Once you’ve got goldfish, you might as well go the whole nine yards and have that Tommy- Bahama- meets- Scarlett- O’Hara look. La! And a barefoot bride. It’s all just too tacky for words. I would have thought Beth--’’
She was interrupted when the back door suddenly opened and a disheveled Beth Chestnut practically fell into the kitchen.
"Oh, Margaret Ann, thank heavens you’re here!’’ Beth’s normally smooth cap of light brown hair looked like it hadn’t seen a comb in days and her mascara obviously wasn’t waterproof. "The wedding will just be ruined, just ruined!’’ She clasped her hands to her chest in a gesture that would have done a B-movie actress proud. "I could just kill MaryMar!’’
From Marsh Madness by Caroline Cousins. Copyright© 2005. All rights reserved.