Ginger dropped her head to her hand, her brain heavy with the truthif Larry continued to devolve like this, she'd have to go back to court to demand full custody. And that would require money, grief, and time she couldn't spare.

Are you all right? Bea tapped Ginger's other hand where it gripped the stem of her wine glass. Ginger jolted to attention.

Just tired, I guess.

It's been a whirlwind weekend, Roxanne said.

So much happiness, Mrs. Needleman said, a devilish smile on her lips. Now, which of you ladies do you suppose will be the next to marry?

Everyone's jaw dropped. The silence fell on them with a thud. The busy restaurant buzzed around them, but no one moved.

Then Bea snorted with laughter.

Ginger and Roxie stole a quick glance at each other. Would this be the moment Bea chose to come out of the closet? Would she finally admit that the reason she never dated was that she didn't find men attractive? Would everyone finally get the answer to the question no one had ever dared ask?

I noticed that Josie didn't throw her bouquet, Mrs. Needleman added helpfully.

She knew it would've hit the dirt, Roxie said.

Bea smiled big. Well, I think it's obvious, she said. Ginger's our next vision in white!

What? Once Ginger's eyeballs stopped throbbing, she gaped at her laughing friends. That's totally ridiculous and you know it.

Well, it sure as hell isn't going to be me, Roxie said, taking a sip of her pinot noir. I haven't had anything close to a date in months, and, besides, a wedding wouldn't exactly be good for business, now would it?

Bea chuckled. You'd have to change the name of your site to ‘i-vomit-on-almost-every-man.'

Roxanne thought that was funny.

Mrs. Needleman shook her head. Terrible. Just terrible, she muttered. Such a thing would have been unspeakable in my day.