Avery Griffith and I were nearing our wedding date, yet he was at the store with his first love picking out a wedding dress while I, on the other hand, was picking out my bridesmaid's dresses.
Just because his first love has cancer, I'm about to give up the wedding I've been planning for six months to grant her wish and be forced to be her maid of honor.
I called Avery's number over and over again, and all I got was the same busy signal.
For the tenth time, the person on the other end of the phone finally bothered to pick up.
Avery reprimanded me with extreme impatience, "Christine, will you behave, it's just a wedding, it's the same with whoever is doing it."
"Sal has cancer, why can’t you make some allowance?"
I laughed at Avery's words.
Salena Binder's sympathetic voice came from the other end of the line, "Ave, you guys don't fight over me."
"If ...... if ......" Salena's voice choked, "If Christine won't give you back to me, I won't mind."