Fitting in

Chapter 6

   Saturday morning was a stark contrast to how Brett felt. The birds were singing, the sun was out, and even her mother was downstairs making pancakes. Brett groggily woke up and came down stairs to see her frazzled sister making more wedding plans. Her fiancé, Jeff, was in the dining room indulging on fluffy flap jacks.

            “Mornin’ Brett.” He said between mouthfuls. Brett eyed him distastefully, got her own plate and helping, and made sure to chew and swallow between each bite. Once Blake got off the phone she flopped into a chair and sighed. Everyone recognized this as her way of showing she needed attention, so they all asked what was wrong.

            “The wedding shoes have to be flown in from Milan, and they won’t let me go and pick it up.”

            “So what’s the problem?” Jeff asked done with his plate.

            “What if they mess up the order! What if they’re not my size! There are so many problems!” She said dramatically while resting her head in her hands. Jeff got up to give her a back and shoulder massage, and Brett pondered how he put up with her. Rolling her eyes, Brett announced she had plans and would be leaving shortly.

            “You can’t leave! We’re going to look at bouquets and I need my little sister there! Cancel your plans, now!” Blake demanded.

            “No! they’re just flowers, send me a picture or something. Mom! Tell her I’m not canceling everything just so I can follow her around while she complains about every small thing falling apart.”

            “Brettany Witte that was rude! And you are following her, whatever this other plan is I’m sure it can wait.”

            Brett stared at her mom then ran upstairs to calm herself down in her tub. She finished bathing, then put on some Nike shorts, a tank top, and flip flops. She tiptoed downstairs and slowly pried her keys of the hook.

            “Where are you going dressed like that?” Her mother asked appalled.

            “To a friend's house.”

            “No your not, go put on some real clothes not pajamas.”

            Brett scowled at her mother then barreled past her. She ignored her mother’s screams of protest and cranked up the car.

            “You need to help your sister choose flowers!  She’s going to have a heart attack when she hears you’ve left!”

            “Let her!” Brett screamed while backing out of the driveway. She made it to Joe’s java in record time, and as soon as Simon opened the door all her emotions spewed out. He sat there and listened as she talked about her mother, and sat some more when she talked about her sister. He laughed when she laughed, and even laughed when he wasn’t supposed to. She left out the part about Jason though, she didn’t want Simon to know they were a “couple.” When Brett finally felt calm enough not to punch someone, she asked about his rihnoplasty idea.

            “So being the great sculptor I am, I just so happen to have this stuff costume designers put on actors faces to make fake noses and ears. My idea is, we use that. This way the political world will see the nose your mother wants you to have, and after your father has won and you’re in college, you can still have your original sniffer.”

   Brett stared at him flabbergasted. He was a genius!

            “So you have a picture of the nose right?”