““Mike’s booming voice was downstairs. He was on the phone, as usual. “M-m-m-my sister is gettin’ married,” I heard him announce to the person on the other end of the line. “And I am gonna s-s-s-sing at duh reception.” A long pause followed. I braced myself. “Oh, p-p-p-prolly ‘Elvira,’” Mike said. Perfect, I thought, pulling myself out of bed. Mike singing “Elvira” at my reception. As if my scaly chin wasn’t enough, I needed one more thought to terrorize me for the rest of my wedding way.””
