Yes, there would be a wedding ready to go tomorrow evening. I just didn't know if there would be a groom in attendance.
I couldn't decide what to beat myself up over first: that I had not listened to Jeff when he warned me about my father, that I had somehow believed that Jeff could have done what he was accused of or that I let my guard down and had given any credence to my father's allegations.
I was engulfed in agitation. I wanted to do something, but all the advice I had been given said to be patient. I wasn't a patient kind of girl.
There are some things about which you have no choice whether to be patient or do something. Your twenty-first birthday will come twenty-one years after you are born; no sooner and no later. The Fourth of July celebration will come on the Fourth of July; no sooner and no later. You may have an anticipatory celebration, but it isn't a Fourth of July celebration. Eighteen years after you are born you gain the right to vote.
There are many other things that may actually require patience, especially things in someone else's control. Often, however, they only appear to require patience. Even if others are in control you may have the opportunity or opportunities to influence their decisions or actions.
On the other hand, sometimes you succeed in influencing them. By pushing too soon or too hard you push them to close their mind to the alternative you are seeking.
Given the choice of doing nothing, which actually
is
doing something, or doing something, I preferred to take action.
This was great. I had come to a decision. Do something.
What?
I got in my car and drove to the Goldberg's house. Jeff's car was not there. That fit my plan. If Jeff were here I would not have tried to talk to him. I did not want to press the issue. With Jeff gone, I planned to try to talk to Sunny. I didn't want her to plead my case to Jeff, I wanted her advice.
I walked up to the door and hesitated only briefly before I rang the bell with not a little trepidation. What would I say if Sandy answered?
The door swung open. "Ashley."
"Hi, Sandy. Is Sunny in?" It was much easier than I had imagined.
She smiled. "She's in her office."
"Thanks."
"You are very wise, you know."
"Thank you."
After I turned and headed for Sunny's office I heard her call, "When you're not being too stupid to live."
Family.
"Hi, Sunny."
"Hi, Ashley."
