"Martin, Ann M - BSC006 - Kristy's Big Day" - читать интересную книгу автора (Martin Ann M)

"Oh, yick, yick, yick," said David Michael. "Pew, pew, pew. One sister's enough. Now I'll have two." He made a horrible Halloween face.
"Hey!" exclaimed Karen. "You said a poem, David Michael!"
"I did?"
"Yeah. Say it again."
David Michael tried to repeat his nasty remark, but couldn't remember it.
"Serves you right," I said. "What'd I ever do to you?"
David Michael looked puzzled. Then he smiled. "Nothing!"
I shook my head.
Through all of this, Andrew did not say a word.
Mom and Watson came into the dining room then, Mom carrying a pot of tomato sauce, Watson following with the spaghetti. When
everyone had been served, Watson poured wine for Mom and himself.
"Can I have some?" asked Charlie.
Watson looked at Mom. We all knew what the answer would be, but I liked the fact that Watson let Mom say it. For the time being, she was still our boss. The Thomas boss. And Watson knew it.
"When you reach the drinking age," replied Mom pleasantly, "then you may drink."
"But Mom, a year from now I'll be going to college. All the kids - " Charlie stopped. Mom isn't too partial to any sentence that begins with "all the kids."
Charlie gave up. He looked like he might sulk for a while, though.
"Well," Mom said cheerily, "we've set the date."
"What date?" I asked. I twirled a huge mound of spaghetti onto my fork, raised it, and watched the spaghetti slide off.
"The date of the wedding."
"Oh, yeah?" said Sam. He sucked a mouthful of spaghetti in through pursed lips. Andrew watched with interest. Sam never looked up from his plate. "When's the big day?" he asked.
"The third Saturday in September," Mom answered proudly. She was about to make
goo-goo eyes at Watson. I've gotten so I can tell when this is going to happen.
"What's a wedding?" asked Andrew suddenly. He had not touched his pasketti.
Mom's goo-goo eyes changed to surprised eyes. She looked from Andrew to Watson and back to Andrew.
"Yow know," Karen told Andrew. "I showed you a whole wedding. Remember when I put on the long white dress and kissed Boo-Boo?" (Boo-Boo is the Brewers' cat.)
Andrew nodded.
"We've talked about the wedding, Andrew," Watson added. "And everyone here is going to be a part of it."
It was my turn to act surprised. "We are? 1 mean, I am? I'm going to be in the wedding?"
"If you want to be," said Mom. "I'd like you to be my bridesmaid."
"Your bridesmaid?" I whispered. "Really? Like in a long, fancy dress with flowers in my hair?" I was awed.
"Since when do you like long, fancy dresses and flowers?" asked Sam.
"Since right now," I replied. "Oh, Mom!"
"Is that a yes? You'll be my bridesmaid?"
"It's a YES-YES-YES!" I jumped up and ran around the table to hug my mother.
When I was sitting down again, she went on. "And Charlie, I'd be honored if you'd give me away."
"Sure," said Charlie eagerly. (He must have forgotten about the wine.)
"Sam," Watson spoke up, "I'd like you to be my best man."
"And David Michael to be the ring bearer," said Mom.
"What about me?" cried Karen.
"How would you like to be the flower girl?" asked Watson. "You'd walk up the aisle in front of Elizabeth and me, carrying a basket of rose petals."
"Oooh," breathed Karen.
"And Andrew can escort you," said Mom. "That means he'll walk beside you."
"What does that make him?" asked Sam. "The flower boy?"
Everyone laughed. Everyone except Andrew. When we calmed down, he said softly, "I don't want to be in the wedding. And I mean it." (I wasn't too surprised. Andrew is terribly shy.)
Watson and Mom looked at each other. "When he means it, he means it - usually," said Watson. He turned to Andrew. "Well, think it over. We'd like you to be in the wedding, but it's up to you, okay?"
"Okay."
I didn't give another thought to Andrew all evening. The only thing I could think about was the wedding. I, Kristin Amanda Thomas, was going to be a bridesmaid.
Chapter 2.
I have usually found that, in life, good things are followed by bad things. One day you get an A-plus on a spelling test, the next time around you get a C (or worse). A run of good luck is followed by a run of bad luck. Good news is followed by bad news.
It was that way with the wedding.