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her face in a wedding dress.
    â€œThen don’t get stressed. You’re putting pressure on yourself about things that don’t matter.”

    â€œWhat?” She was working hard to make their wedding a memorable day and he didn’t even care. She gunned the gas and sailed through a yellow light.
    That was red, said her inner mother.
    No, it was orange.
    â€œPeople will have a good time no matter what kind of flowers you have or what your bridesmaids wear,” he continued. “You’re worrying about stuff that’s not important.”
    â€œIt’s important to me, Adam. This is a special day.”
    Adam let out an impatient sigh. “Are we building up to another fight?”
    She hated when he did that sighing thing. It made her feel like she was being petty. But maybe she was. “No. I don’t want to fight. It seems like that’s all we’ve done since you asked me to marry you. I don’t understand how two people who love each other and want to be together can find so much to fight about.”
    â€œWe don’t fight that much,” Adam argued. “At least not about things that matter. The important thing is that we love each other. Right?”
    â€œOf course. And I’m sorry I got so mad last night.” Maybe Adam was right. Maybe she was stressing out about things that didn’t matter. The wedding was important, and she wanted it to be as special as the man she was marrying. But it was only one day. What was that in comparison to the rest of their lives?
    â€œMe, too,” he said. “And don’t worry. You’ll get into your wedding gown in time. You’ve got months, and I’ll help you.”
    â€œYou don’t need to. I can do it,” she assured him. The last thing she needed was Adam’s overzealous help in the diet department. They were still dealing with the after-effects of him helping her get organized.
    In November, when she’d complained about her piles of papers, he had run out and found her a filing cabinet on sale at a discount office supply store. They’d spent the entire weekend sifting through her coupons and catalogs and bills. That had been embarrassing.

    That had also been when Adam decided she needed his assistance with managing her money. She really didn’t. She wasn’t in debt.
    He’s only trying to help. Now back to the real problem: how are you going to lose the weight to get into your wedding gown? nagged her inner mother.
    Drop it, Mom.
    Her inner mother always knew when to shut up. She dropped it.
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    Kizzy Maxwell left the doctor’s office wearing a frown. Okay, so according to the biopsy her problem probably wasn’t cancer. That was the good news. But she was now going to be “monitored,” which wasn’t all that exciting. And the doctor wanted her to take off “some weight,” which really meant about sixty-five pounds. Sixty-five pounds! He may as well have said a hundred. And how the heck was she going to diet with Lionel around?
    She stopped by the Safeway store’s deli on her way back to her kitchen shop and picked up a coleslaw salad. Coleslaw was good for you. Except for all the mayonnaise. But a little mayo probably wouldn’t matter since coleslaw was all she was eating until dinner. She had salad makings in the fridge at home. She’d bake some chicken and make a salad for tonight. If he had meat, then maybe Lionel would be happy.
    Until he found out there was no dessert. Lionel always expected dessert.
    There was ice cream in the freezer. He could have that. She sure wasn’t baking anything. Maybe she’d never bake again. How depressing!
    But not as depressing as having cancer. She needed to get a grip on what was really important here. All she had was a thick uterus that hadn’t properly sloughed its walls when she went through menopause. A thick uterus and a thick middle, both conspiring against her.