05-16-2010

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It was an elegant notice; formal, clear and concise. It was, however, shocking. Meredith read the notice a dozen times, each tome wondering of it was some sort of practical joke. How could Susan and Evan be call off their wedding? It was in two weeks, or at least it was suppose to have been.

Meredith inched towards the table to sit down, reading the notice yet again when the phone rang. It was Janice. Her voice echoed through the kitchen as she screamed into the phone over the news. It was huge, no doubt. Janice ranted wondering why Meredith, Susan's best friend, the Maid of Honor, didn't tell her what was going on with the bride.

"Janice, I didn't know," she said, "I just found out myself." Janice didn't believe her, began to cry and hung up. Meredith held the phone to her head as she sat down, reading the notice yet again. It still didn't make any sense. Looking over the envelope, she stared at the postmark. She had just spoken to Susan two days ago, but the postmark was three days ago. Why hadn't Susan just told her?

The phone began beep in Meredith's ear, startling her. She hung it up, looked at the postmark one more time then began to dial Susan's number. Be supportive, she told herself. The phone rang seven times.

"Oh Meredith!" a sobbing Susan answered. "Who would do this to me? My wedding is in two weeks!"

"Susan," Meredith said, "what happened? Why is the wedding being called off?"

"Its not!" Susan said. Something wasn't right. "We don't know who or why those notices were set out!"

"Wait," Meredith said, waving the notice in the air as she shot out of her chair. "Are you saying you and Evan know nothing about this?"

"No."

Meredith was so pissed she couldn't speak, threw the notice on the counter and took a drink of her coffee. It was a practical joke. A sick, petty and juvenile practical joke. And Meredith was fairly sure she knew who the culprit was who would do such a thing. But first things first. "Get your wedding list together and I'll be over in an hour to help you call people to set things straight," she said.

"Oh thank you," Susan said.

"Stay calm, we will fix this together," Meredith said. Unraveling the saboteur would just have to wait until after the emergency was revolved. Then, together, they would kick some ass.

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