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.Wyeth right away.”“He just left on an errand that will take all day.Buy another crate of lemons and tell them to grow up.” “They are fighting with knives, Mrs.Walker.I am afraid.” “Margarita, I can’t deal with this right now.Go downstairs and remove their knives.” “But—”“Do as I say! That’s an order!” Thayne flushed the toilet, drowning out her maid’s protests.She took half a step toward the shower before the need to return to the toilet became overwhelming.Her arms were beginning to itch from the chlorine in the pool.Thayne thought she saw a few blotches forming on her face as well.To think that an hour ago, she had been jogging on her treadmill, happy as a victor of Survivor!The phone next to the toilet rang.Surely that was one of the wedding planners coming to his/her senses, about to grovel for mercy.“Yes?” Thayne snapped.“Mama? Are you all right? You never miss my wake-up call.”“I’m sorry, Pippa.It’s been a busy morning.Are you and the girls done in the gym?”“Yes.We’re getting ready to go for our manicures.”“Good.I’ll see you at the bridesmaids’ luncheon.”“Weren’t you going to get your nails done with us?”“Don’t push me!” Thayne shrieked.“If I can, I can, if I can’t, I can’t!”Like her father, Pippa knew when to back a few miles off.“Sounds good.I’ll take care of everything here.Don’t you worry.”“Thanks, sweetheart,” Thayne replied weakly.“See you at the luncheon.”She managed to take a shower before her intestines recurdled.Thayne considered calling Wyeth McCoy and promising to lock herself in her bathroom for the weekend, if only he’d come back.Then her phone rang.“Yes?”“Twinkie? How are you bearing up?”Dusi Damon, Thayne’s old college roommate, was calling from Rangoon, where she and her husband, Caleb, had gone for a month-long, four-star vacation involving a bit of plastic surgery.Thayne was the only person in the world who knew that Dusi and Caleb hadn’t gone to Asia to photograph sampans in the Bay of Bengal.“I am not bearing up at all,” Thayne answered, breaking down into sobs.“Wyeth just quit on me.He thinks the wedding is jinxed.”“He quit the day before the wedding? That is unconscionable.I would sue, if not hire a hit man.”“I would do both if I could leave the bathroom.” Thayne told Dusi about her digestive troubles.“How am I ever going to manage the rehearsal tonight? Wyeth is the only one who could keep all the marching and music straight.”“Hire a band leader.Like John Philip Sousa.”“This is my daughter’s wedding, not intermission at the Cotton Bowl!” Thayne screeched.“God is punishing me, Dusi.I should never have created the wedding of the century.I should have settled for wedding of the half century.”“That’s nonsense, Twinkie.You can do it.No one’s irreplaceable, including Wyeth.” Dusi thought a moment.“You must call the Mountbatten-Savoy School of Household Management in Aspen.Their people are used to handling events with a guest list of thousands.”“Mountbatten-Savoy, you said?” Thayne weakly scribbled the words in lipstick on the pink marble tile nearest the toilet.“Thanks so much.How was your surgery, by the way?”“Fantastic.Caleb looks so much better.I’m devastated we can’t be there with you.”“You’re an angel.” Thayne sniffled.“You go out and show Rosimund Henderson who’s in charge! She’s just a Theta.”Reinvigorated, Thayne got the number of the Mountbatten-Savoy School of Household Management in Aspen.“I’m Thayne Walker of Dallas,” she announced grandly.“Hello! You’re having a wedding this weekend.”“Who is this? How did you know?”“I’m Olivia Villarubia-Thistleberry, director of the school.We’re following events in Texas with great interest.It’s not every day that the American equivalent of two royal families are united in marriage.”Thayne immediately liked this woman.“My wedding planner has come down with a case of adult measles.I’m in need of someone who can handle a rehearsal involving a symphony orchestra, a two-hundred-voice choir, two brass quintets, a bell choir, an organist, and thirty-one attendants, not to mention an obstreperous mother of the groom.I’ll pay you fifty thousand dollars to get someone here this afternoon.On top of your usual fee, of course.”“I don’t think that would be a problem for Cedric,” Olivia said after a gut-wrenching hiatus.“He has personally dressed the Duke of Mecklenburg-Strelitz for twenty years.He has organized three royal weddings.And he happens to be here this week presenting master classes on Large Scale Events Requiring Hats.”“Hire a jet and fly him to Dallas at once.”“This is very exciting, Mrs.Walker.I’m so glad you called.”“I’ll e-mail you all my files.Cedric can study them en route.”Thayne consumed another half pint of Kaopectate before feeling confident enough to venture into her fifteen-hundred-square-foot closet.She conducted a phone interview with Zarina, a Hollywood society reporter, while Margarita fixed her hair.She phoned Rosimund, Lance’s mother, to say she’d be late for the bridesmaids’ luncheon.She phoned Pippa and told her to proceed with the food service; she would get there as soon as possible.After choosing eight items of pearl jewelry to wear, Thayne finally allowed herself a smile.They didn’t call her Superwoman for nothing.TwoSix months ago, within minutes of learning that her daughter planned to marry Lance Henderson, Thayne had phoned the Mansion on Turtle Creek to reserve the presidential suite as well as the upper four floors of the hotel.By acting with lightning speed she was able to get a group rate and, better yet, prevent Rosimund Henderson, Lance’s mother, from booking the best rooms for the groom’s family and friends.Thayne thus ensured that her lifelong relationship with Rosimund, a formidable social rival, began on the correct footing.That done, Thayne had focused on the daunting task of selecting ten perfect bridesmaids.At SMU Pippa had been a very popular member of Kappa Kappa Gamma.As word of her engagement torched through the sorority, Pippa was besieged with requests to be included in her wedding party.She would have loved to accommodate all her friends, but that was impossible.Thayne solved the crisis by holding a competition for the ten precious places.Each candidate had to submit family credentials, four photographs (front and rear shots in bathing suit and debutante gown), and write an essay entitled “Why I Should Be Pippa’s Bridesmaid [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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