Page 80 of Fathers of the Bride
“Raj is dropping hints on Instagram that we’re not getting along.”
“Well, you’re not getting along, are you?”
“We’re notnotgetting along. Other than how it all looks, he doesn’t really mind breaking up.”
“Hmmmm… kids today.”
“He does want me to take the blame for the breakup.”
“Why does there have to be blame? You’re just going back to your husband. Is that difficult for people to understand?”
I smiled, deliberately leaving out the cracks Raj had made about Miles’ age. And weight.
“He wants me to stay his manager.”
“Is that worthwhile? Do you make enough money with him?”
“We have made some money. It’s hard to say if it will continue though. His brand focuses largely on us. And if there’s no us, I don’t know what it will be worth.”
“Well, you can’t have an ‘us’ with him and ‘us’ with me. You know I’m not that kind of gay.”
I reached over and broke off a piece of one of his brownies. It really was quite delicious.
“How’s the scone?” he asked.
“Not as good as yours.” That was the correct answer with Miles—fortunately, it also happened to be true.
“That’s because I use creamandbutter.”
I did know that. We’d done an episode on it. Which prompted me to ask, “If we still had the show what kinds of episodes would we be doing?”
“How not to kill your in-laws.”
“And how to dispose of their bodies if you fail.”
He laughed at that, but I had a sudden idea. A good one. One I’d have to come back to later. Something worth—
“What time is the dress fitting?” I asked.
“This afternoon at four.”
Good, I thought. I had plenty of time. I’d need to call Kayla and arrange to pick her up. I think she said she lived in Brentwood.
I was tempted to tell Miles about my little surprise, but I decided to make it a surprise for everyone. I knew he’d be pleased. As would Kelly. I couldn’t wait to see their faces when I show up with Kayla at the bridal shop.
“Kelly agreed to let Pudge and Lissa come.”
I’m sure my mouth fell open. “What? Why?”
“As a peace offering.”
“Peace offering? She didn’t need to make a peace offering, they—”
He raised his hand to stop me. “I know, I know. You’re preaching to the choir. But they are going to be Kelly’s in-laws. It’s not a bad idea to get along with them.”
“God, they’re going to be around for another thirty years.”
“Longer. Rich people live forever.”
