the end of the year, it will mean I’ll be married to you for two centuries.”
“But that’s only about a month and a half away. You think you can pull together a wedding by then?” I asked. I had always assumed Yancey would want a big Broadway production–type of wedding, complete with a big opening dance number.
“I want a small, intimate wedding, and I can always hire someone to pull it together. Windsor will help and Ava also. I just have to make sure Ava realizes it’s my day and keep her from turning it into some big production. Maybe we should get married at a nice hotel in midtown or a fancy restaurant like Tavern on the Green or that place where Puffy Combs had his birthday party. I can’t remember the name of it, but I tore the page out of
Vanity
Fair
. I’ll make sure all we have to do is show up on time,” Yancey said as she pulled the sheet up around her shoulders.
“Cool by me. It’s going to be your day and I want you to be happy,” I said. I pushed her hair back over her shoulders and kissed her lips.
“Are you sure? Because it’s your day also. I just want to enter the new century as Mrs. John Basil Henderson,” she said. She gave me a small peck on the cheeks and then my lips. Yancey began to kiss my neck and my chest and was heading for my growing manhood when the doorbell rang.
“Damn, baby,” I murmured. “Do you have to get that?”
“You don’t want cold food, now, do ya?” Yancey asked with a sensuous smile.
Before jumping from the bed and picking up the robe from the floor, she leaned over me and whispered, “Don’t worry, I’ll still be hungry after we finish breakfast.”
20
WHEN YANCEY called Ava to announce her pending nuptials, she didn’t expect her mother to be jumping for joy. Ava didn’t disappoint.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Ava asked before Yancey could even say how happy she was.
“Yes, and we’re going to do it before the end of the year,” Yancey said.
“Why so soon?”
“I’m ready.”
“What about your career? Just because you’ve done a few Broadway shows and a commercial or two doesn’t make you a star, and while you’re off playing house there will be plenty of divas-in-training ready to take your place,” Ava advised sharply. “And you won’t be young and beautiful forever.”
“I know that, but I don’t plan to miss a beat. Basil supports my career two hundred percent.” Yancey walked over to the window. Her hotel was next to the Las Vegas Airport and as she watched the planes take off and land she felt lonely, especially talking to her mother.
“That’s now. What are you going to do if he changes? Are you sure he has the means to support you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Yancey, now, honey, I know I’ve taught you better than that. You haven’t seen his financial statements?”
“No,” Yancey said as she walked over to the dining table and picked a strawberry from her leftover breakfast plate.
“Then you better—and real soon.”
“How can I do that?”
“Don’t worry. I know a great private investigator in New York. All you need to do is get his Social Security number and date of birth, and we can find out where all the gold is hidden. If there is any gold to be found,” Ava said smugly. Yancey knew her mother was a pro when it came to finding gold. Her current husband, Stanley D. Middlebrooks, didn’t look or carry himself like a multimillionaire. The former computer programmer had sold a software program he had written to Microsoft and become independently wealthy almost overnight. The first person he met on his celebratory vacation was Ava, when the two sat next to each other in the first-class section on a flight to Hawaii. When he told Ava of his recent good fortune, she made sure he didn’t have to dine alone once they reached the island. And even though the fiftysomething, thin, bespectacled man from Battle Creek, Michigan, wasn’t Ava’s type, it didn’t stop her from
“But that’s only about a month and a half away. You think you can pull together a wedding by then?” I asked. I had always assumed Yancey would want a big Broadway production–type of wedding, complete with a big opening dance number.
“I want a small, intimate wedding, and I can always hire someone to pull it together. Windsor will help and Ava also. I just have to make sure Ava realizes it’s my day and keep her from turning it into some big production. Maybe we should get married at a nice hotel in midtown or a fancy restaurant like Tavern on the Green or that place where Puffy Combs had his birthday party. I can’t remember the name of it, but I tore the page out of
Vanity
Fair
. I’ll make sure all we have to do is show up on time,” Yancey said as she pulled the sheet up around her shoulders.
“Cool by me. It’s going to be your day and I want you to be happy,” I said. I pushed her hair back over her shoulders and kissed her lips.
“Are you sure? Because it’s your day also. I just want to enter the new century as Mrs. John Basil Henderson,” she said. She gave me a small peck on the cheeks and then my lips. Yancey began to kiss my neck and my chest and was heading for my growing manhood when the doorbell rang.
“Damn, baby,” I murmured. “Do you have to get that?”
“You don’t want cold food, now, do ya?” Yancey asked with a sensuous smile.
Before jumping from the bed and picking up the robe from the floor, she leaned over me and whispered, “Don’t worry, I’ll still be hungry after we finish breakfast.”
20
WHEN YANCEY called Ava to announce her pending nuptials, she didn’t expect her mother to be jumping for joy. Ava didn’t disappoint.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Ava asked before Yancey could even say how happy she was.
“Yes, and we’re going to do it before the end of the year,” Yancey said.
“Why so soon?”
“I’m ready.”
“What about your career? Just because you’ve done a few Broadway shows and a commercial or two doesn’t make you a star, and while you’re off playing house there will be plenty of divas-in-training ready to take your place,” Ava advised sharply. “And you won’t be young and beautiful forever.”
“I know that, but I don’t plan to miss a beat. Basil supports my career two hundred percent.” Yancey walked over to the window. Her hotel was next to the Las Vegas Airport and as she watched the planes take off and land she felt lonely, especially talking to her mother.
“That’s now. What are you going to do if he changes? Are you sure he has the means to support you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Yancey, now, honey, I know I’ve taught you better than that. You haven’t seen his financial statements?”
“No,” Yancey said as she walked over to the dining table and picked a strawberry from her leftover breakfast plate.
“Then you better—and real soon.”
“How can I do that?”
“Don’t worry. I know a great private investigator in New York. All you need to do is get his Social Security number and date of birth, and we can find out where all the gold is hidden. If there is any gold to be found,” Ava said smugly. Yancey knew her mother was a pro when it came to finding gold. Her current husband, Stanley D. Middlebrooks, didn’t look or carry himself like a multimillionaire. The former computer programmer had sold a software program he had written to Microsoft and become independently wealthy almost overnight. The first person he met on his celebratory vacation was Ava, when the two sat next to each other in the first-class section on a flight to Hawaii. When he told Ava of his recent good fortune, she made sure he didn’t have to dine alone once they reached the island. And even though the fiftysomething, thin, bespectacled man from Battle Creek, Michigan, wasn’t Ava’s type, it didn’t stop her from
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