This chapter is not meant to stand alone. Please begin at the beginning to appreciate this tale.
Monday, October 22
Veronica picked up the phone as Ashley and Katrina hurried out the door and Mary Claire was busying herself cleaning up the kitchen.
"Hello."
"Veronica Bryce please."
"This is she," Veronica almost snapped.
Just what I need ,another off the wall sales scheme.
"This is Evie Graham, Reverend Evie Graham. Carol McDonough asked that I give you a call. She said you needed a minister for your wedding and another ceremony. How can I help?"
Feeling more than a little embarrassed for how she'd answered the phone with a minister on the other end Veronica responded in a conciliatory tone, "Oh, I'm sorry for the exasperated tone, I thought I was going to get solicited from a stockbroker calling long distance from Baltimore. Thanks for calling. Yes, Scott and I are getting married on November 16
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, we don't have a church home, and my daughter and his daughter would like a 'commitment' or 'civil union' type ceremony on the same day."
"Both ceremonies are available from me. I'm a counselor at Washington University as well as an ordained minister. Currently I'm the interim minister of a small open and affirming congregation in West County whose minister is on a study sabbatical until Advent. I'd like you to come to my office and discuss some things. I'm at the church now and I could see you at 11:00 today if you can work that in. I'll also need to meet your fiancé, is he available today?" asked Evie.
"I'll have to juggle things a bit, but yes, I'll meet you at eleven. Scott's tied up in business meeting for the next three days and I'll try to have his schedule when I meet with you. Thank you for seeing me on such short notice," Veronica responded.
"The church is on the corner of Baxter and Ferndale, and I look forward to meeting you. Bye."
Less than five minutes after the call from Reverend Graham, the phone again interrupted her, "Hello."
"Hi Veronica this is Marty, is this a good time?" she asked.
"Yes and no. I'd like very much to see you and visit with you but for a variety of reasons this day is rapidly filling up. How about Thursday?" apologized Veronica.
"I'm going to Kansas City Wednesday and won't be back until Sunday afternoon. Could I come by next Monday?" asked Marty.
"Sure, Monday next it is. How are you doing?"
"Much better, you gave me a lot of things to think about. I had a good weekend. I look forward to seeing you next week," said Marty.
Veronica was about to ask her about 'Cathleen' but the doorbell rang and Mary Claire wasn't in sight, so Veronica told Marty that she had to answer the door and ended the conversation.
The UPS lady had two boxes, neither very sizeable. One had the return address of NC, and the other of Dubio. She finally puzzled the NC to NippleCharms and the Dubio box must have been the bikini store.
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"Scott, good morning. You and Emerson each got a large FedEx package from CitiGroup and you got this smaller one from the charity you made the contribution to last May," said Grace entering my office wearing a crisp white blouse, open at the neck, a knee length skirt, hose and black patent three inch heels.
"Wow, Grace, I really like the new look," I responded.
"Well, maybe sooner than later you won't have to wonder what I'm wearing under this skirt and blouse, you can undress me and more," Grace said winking at me.
"Let's look at the larger one first, but call the attorneys and the three of us can sit down with them as soon as they can get here. In case they didn't get a similar package make copies for them please," I directed.
After opening one of the Citi packages and looking at the cover letter Grace noted, "The attorneys were copied on the letter. Before making the copies I'll check with Sandra to confirm that they got their package."
Scott smiled at her, saying, "Grace, thank you for thinking about that, we do need to keep the number of copies to a minimum."
Grace called from my phone and ascertained that they had yet to receive their package and that they would be in our office within the hour. She then called internally and asked for the only clerk she trusted implicitly for confidential matters to come to my office. "Here Angie, please make three copies of the contents please. One is for here and two go to Sandra at the attorney's office." directed Grace.
She then sat across from me and opened the smaller envelope. It was an invitation for diamond and platinum level donors to attend a gala in San Francisco this coming Thursday. "Hmm, I'd hate to miss it, but let's see what the Citi offer is first."
"Emerson, can you come in with Grace and me?" I asked over his intercom line.
Within a minute Emerson was standing in my office openly admiring Grace and asking, "Who is this beautiful woman? Grace, what a pleasant new look, I hope you're keeping it," Emerson smiled.