Page 47 of Lorna's Savior
“Meaning?”
“Meaning, how are we all getting there? Do you have enough horses? I’m assuming that Norm and his friends will be giving you a pig roast for the reception. Fine, it’s a great time. However, how will you get the pig up there? On the back of a horse? What about the cooker? The food, the chairs, tables. I’ll be the first one to tell you that I will not sit my fat ass on a horse to ride up that mountain, especially in a dress.”
“You don’t have a fat ass.”
“Thank you, but you understand what I’m trying to say? Besides, getting everything up there, chairs, tables, food, then you’ll have to get everything back down. Then, you’d have to take something else into consideration.”
“What’s that?”
“Would you mow the grass? Wouldn’t that harm the wild horses that hang out there? What if a guest smokes and tosses a cigarette out? Would the grass catch on fire?”
“Oh crap,” Ronnie jumped to her feet and paced. “I never thought for once about any of those problems, and I could see the nightmare unfolding as you described those issues.”
“Then you’d have the issue of the garbage. Would it all be picked up, so it wouldn’t ruin your meadow?”
“Stop,” Ronnie said as she held out both of her hands toward her friend. “I understand.” After several minutes of pacing, Ronnie looked at Lorna with a forlorn expression. “What do I do? Finn is so set on having the wedding there.”
“Why not have your honeymoon there instead? You said you’ve both gone camping there. And you know what you take up, you bring back down. This way, you and Finn have total control over what happens there. How many guests we talking about? Because, you won’t have control over any one of them if it’s there. I’m only looking at this from a logistics point of view.”
“What do you suggest?”
“Let me come out to the farm to look around. In the meantime, talk it over with Maggie, I’m sure she’d point out the same problems you’d run into that I pointed out. Another one would be, what if Norm and his buddies wanted to ride their bikes up there.”
“They’d never make it,” Ronnie said with conviction. “The higher you go, the narrower the trail. Until you get to the top, then you have the severe drop-off into the ravine.”
“Like where you ended up?”
“Basically, yeah,” Ronnie said as she unconsciously rubbed the scars on her left forearm given to her by the mountain lion who’d tried to eat her when she’d been down in the ravine—the one that Ronnie had killed. While Ronnie was lost in thought, Lorna grabbed her computer, and in minutes she had what she wanted. She called Ronnie over and pointed.
“What do you think of this spot?”
“What’s that?”
“It’s the woods between your place and your grandparents’. I could come over one weekend and we could walk it. I’m sure Gerald would allow Norm to have his pig roast in the same location as he did for your birthday party. But, you want the wedding outside, right?” Lorna zoomed in and pointed, “Is that a brook? Maybe that’s a bridge? I can’t see it clearly from here. I’m sure if you looked at this place, it would be so much better than up on the meadow. Not that I’m dissing that location. I’m sure it’s beautiful.”
“It is,” Ronnie said as she took over the mouse, and then pointed to the screen. “Look.” She laughed as she pointed to several horses in a vast area of grass.
“Damn,” Lorna shook her head, then grinned as she looked at her best friend. “Looks like you and Finn have some friends to bring back with you when you go on your honeymoon. I forgot to ask, have you actually set a date yet?”
“Yeah, we decided on the day he found me in the ravine, next year. I don’t think there’s enough time to have it this year. It’s only two months away. Grandma and Grandpa would be on their world cruise then.”
“Good, so we have plenty of time to plan.”
“We do, I know you’re busy with this upcoming fundraiser, and if I heard Finn correctly, then there’s another one the following month, then one after that. Why don’t you stop by some weekend?”
“It’ll have to be on a Sunday, because you work on Saturdays, but I can do that.”
“Good.” Ronnie nodded. They spent the rest of the visit going over the things that Ronnie wanted for the wedding. By the time she left, she was satisfied with what she’d come up with so far. She laughed as she hugged Lorna. “Thank you. Now all I have to do is tell Finn what I’ve come up with.”
“I’m assuming Patch will be Finn’s best man?”
“Yes, I so hoped that you and he would have hit it off.”
“Sorry,” Lorna’s face must have given her away, because Ronnie looked at her funny. “You met someone!”
Lorna grinned. “I did.”
“Deets, girlfriend.”
