“Mom. Please.” Selma pleaded. Katherine glanced at her daughter’s reflection in the window. The image of Selma’s tear stained faced overshadowed the linen-draped gazebo, causing Katherine to turn to her daughter.

“How can you expect me to go through this with you now Selma? How?” Katherine was appalled. Her wedding was three days away and her daughter was asking her to fly to New York to see a specialist with her. She’d spent months finding the perfect place settings, the perfect cake, and the most beautiful dress. For more beautiful than the dress for her last wedding.

“I simply can’t. Ask Kate. She’d love to go with you. And then you can both fly down here together for my big day.” Katherine clapped her hands like a little girl.

“No. Mom. I’m not telling Kate. And, please, don’t tell her either.” Selma dried her eyes on her sleeve and left the kitchen. “I’ll see you at the wedding mom.” She called as she walked out the door.