Lunch
7/18 Departs New York, NY at 9:45 AM
7/18 Arrives Houston, TX at 12:15 PM
Sky High Airlines Flight 114
Houston to New York
Non-Stop Flight/Snack Only
7/21 Departs Houston, TX at 1:30 PM
7/21 Arrives New York, NY at 7:40 PM
I’m also attaching (below) an e-mail Steph sent to me about the extra stuff to pack. See if you can make sense of it. I’m so excited that I’m going to see you!
--Original Message--
From: Stephie8
To: JeffFinn
Subject: Madison Clothes
Date: Mon 15 July 11:13 PM
My mother says Madison needs to bring at least 3 nice outfits for each of the parties. She may want to pack more depending on the weather. In addition to a nice dress for the wedding itself I think she should have another for the rehearsal dinner, don’t you? Tell her that my nieces tend to get all dolled up and I just want her to feel comfortable. One of the events will be a girls-only tea party.
Talk soon.
Madison didn’t even know what to think when she read—and then reread—Stephanie’s attachment. She’d already freaked out enough the night before about Dad’s request to dress dressier. Now Madison had to worry about some girls-only party?
Gulp.
The Wolfe girls would probably have perfect hair and teeth and clothes and everything. Standing next to them would be like standing next to Poison Ivy in a lineup. Although Madison’s enemy was evil, she was always dressed just right. Madison couldn’t even get her hair to part the right way, sometimes. And how was Madison supposed to look perfect in Texas, a million miles from everything she knew and loved?
Double gulp.
Rather than think about it, Madison skipped on to the next e-mail.
She was relieved to see that it was from her favorite (and only surviving) grandmother, Mom’s mom, Gramma Helen. Gramma Helen liked to check in on Madison now and again, usually to tell her some funny story or share a recipe. Madison wasn’t a big cook, but ever since, she’d baked Gramma’s special muffins for a FHJH bake sale, Gramma had been forwarding all kinds of new and old recipes along. Today, however, she’d only sent a few words and no food ideas.
From: GoGramma
To: MadFinn
Subject: Keep Your Chin Up
Date: Tues 16 July 6:44 AM
I thought my hearing aid was on the fritz when your mother told me about your dad’s wedding plans. I know it is hard enough to deal with parents splitting up only to watch them get married again to other people. I can only imagine what that feels like, my dear. If your grandfather were alive, he would say the same thing. Remember that we love you beyond all the things that change. So do your mom and daddy. I do think your dad is a good man. I wish him all the best. Tell him that I said that, would you? And for goodness’ sakes, write your Gramma a note. It’s been more than two weeks, Maddie! I miss you terribly when we fall out of touch. Your mom said something about your coming out to visit soon or maybe I will go to NY. I hope I can do that. Depends on the hip, as usual.
Keep your chin up high. And keep your cool. No drooping allowed--not even when it gets hot.
Speaking of which, how hot is it there?
Love you,
Gramma
Madison sighed. Already she was exhausted from thinking about the wedding festivities, and they hadn’t even begun. It was nice that Gramma Helen had sent her good wishes to Madison’s dad, however. Madison would be sure to tell him about that. Gramma hadn’t seen Dad for a long time—since way before the divorce. She would probably never see him again—except maybe at Madison’s wedding.
And that was a century away.
Madison felt a pang of nostalgia. She powered down her laptop and headed for Mom’s bedroom. Mom was busy selecting an outfit for a special luncheon meeting later on that afternoon.
“You’re having trouble picking out clothes, too?” Madison said. She fell onto Mom’s unmade bed. Phin jumped up onto the bed beside her.
“Do you like the blue suit or the gray?” Mom asked.
Madison
7/18 Departs New York, NY at 9:45 AM
7/18 Arrives Houston, TX at 12:15 PM
Sky High Airlines Flight 114
Houston to New York
Non-Stop Flight/Snack Only
7/21 Departs Houston, TX at 1:30 PM
7/21 Arrives New York, NY at 7:40 PM
I’m also attaching (below) an e-mail Steph sent to me about the extra stuff to pack. See if you can make sense of it. I’m so excited that I’m going to see you!
--Original Message--
From: Stephie8
To: JeffFinn
Subject: Madison Clothes
Date: Mon 15 July 11:13 PM
My mother says Madison needs to bring at least 3 nice outfits for each of the parties. She may want to pack more depending on the weather. In addition to a nice dress for the wedding itself I think she should have another for the rehearsal dinner, don’t you? Tell her that my nieces tend to get all dolled up and I just want her to feel comfortable. One of the events will be a girls-only tea party.
Talk soon.
Madison didn’t even know what to think when she read—and then reread—Stephanie’s attachment. She’d already freaked out enough the night before about Dad’s request to dress dressier. Now Madison had to worry about some girls-only party?
Gulp.
The Wolfe girls would probably have perfect hair and teeth and clothes and everything. Standing next to them would be like standing next to Poison Ivy in a lineup. Although Madison’s enemy was evil, she was always dressed just right. Madison couldn’t even get her hair to part the right way, sometimes. And how was Madison supposed to look perfect in Texas, a million miles from everything she knew and loved?
Double gulp.
Rather than think about it, Madison skipped on to the next e-mail.
She was relieved to see that it was from her favorite (and only surviving) grandmother, Mom’s mom, Gramma Helen. Gramma Helen liked to check in on Madison now and again, usually to tell her some funny story or share a recipe. Madison wasn’t a big cook, but ever since, she’d baked Gramma’s special muffins for a FHJH bake sale, Gramma had been forwarding all kinds of new and old recipes along. Today, however, she’d only sent a few words and no food ideas.
From: GoGramma
To: MadFinn
Subject: Keep Your Chin Up
Date: Tues 16 July 6:44 AM
I thought my hearing aid was on the fritz when your mother told me about your dad’s wedding plans. I know it is hard enough to deal with parents splitting up only to watch them get married again to other people. I can only imagine what that feels like, my dear. If your grandfather were alive, he would say the same thing. Remember that we love you beyond all the things that change. So do your mom and daddy. I do think your dad is a good man. I wish him all the best. Tell him that I said that, would you? And for goodness’ sakes, write your Gramma a note. It’s been more than two weeks, Maddie! I miss you terribly when we fall out of touch. Your mom said something about your coming out to visit soon or maybe I will go to NY. I hope I can do that. Depends on the hip, as usual.
Keep your chin up high. And keep your cool. No drooping allowed--not even when it gets hot.
Speaking of which, how hot is it there?
Love you,
Gramma
Madison sighed. Already she was exhausted from thinking about the wedding festivities, and they hadn’t even begun. It was nice that Gramma Helen had sent her good wishes to Madison’s dad, however. Madison would be sure to tell him about that. Gramma hadn’t seen Dad for a long time—since way before the divorce. She would probably never see him again—except maybe at Madison’s wedding.
And that was a century away.
Madison felt a pang of nostalgia. She powered down her laptop and headed for Mom’s bedroom. Mom was busy selecting an outfit for a special luncheon meeting later on that afternoon.
“You’re having trouble picking out clothes, too?” Madison said. She fell onto Mom’s unmade bed. Phin jumped up onto the bed beside her.
“Do you like the blue suit or the gray?” Mom asked.
Madison
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