Praise for the novels of Patrick Sanchez!
GIRLFRIENDS
“Grab your girlfriend and read Girlfriends. Who knows what will happen!”
Rita Mae Brown, New York Times bestselling author
THE WAY IT IS
“A witty tale about single women searching for friendship, unconditional love and the perfect dessert.”
Booklist
“Lots of drama and truly hilarious moments make this a fast, enjoyable read that readers will devour!”
RT Book Reviews
TIGHT
“A frank comedy of manners that exposes both the highs and lows of the modern quest for youth and beauty.”
Kirkus Reviews
ONCE UPON A NERVOUS BREAKDOWN
“The writing is brisk, and the emotional undertones treat nicely the ups and downs of life, love, children and aging parents.”
Publishers Weekly
Books by Patrick Sanchez
GIRLFRIENDS
THE WAY IT IS
TIGHT
ONCE UPON A NERVOUS BREAKDOWN
And don’t miss
MURDER WITH FRIED CHICKEN AND WAFFLES
the first book in the Mahalia Watkins Soul Food Mystery series coming soon!
Published by Kensington Publishing Corporation
Girlfriends
Patrick Sanchez
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Table of Contents
Praise for the novels of Patrick Sanchez!
Books by Patrick Sanchez
Title Page
Dedication
ACKNO WLEDGMENTS
Always the Bridesmaid
Princess Charming in a World of Toads
Booty Call
Perky Cheerleaders
Sorry-Assed Chick
Cheap Wine, Lucy, and Sex
Obligations
Girls with Flair
We Meet Again
The Personals
Immediate Regret
Blue Sundays
Passing on a Milky Way
Name Tags
Another Short, Pudgy Man for Gina
Diving Right In
Mr. Right
Busted
Bedside Manners
The Life of the Party
Responses
Commiserating
Change of Heart
Reprimanded
The Stakeout
Malling
Dalump
A Family That Eats Together . . .
Super Cooper
He Works Hard for the Money
Responsible Pet Owners
Jerks
Latin Strangers
Medication Money
No Big Deal
The Ole MJ
The Wild Side
Pizza Pizza
Unsolicited Advice
Hijahh!
Welcome to the Hood
Girls Night Out
The Circus Comes to Town
The Naked Truth
Salon Talk
Ten Years Later
Afflicted
A Ride Home
Opening the Candy Store
The Truth Comes Out
Another Morning After
Strictly Business
The One
Plotting Revenge
Lady with a Baby
It’s a Small World After All
Trying to Look Busy
Rock Bottom
Up to No Good
Testing Day
Post-testing Drinks
Family Planning
Screwed by the Same Man
Pretty Girl
Caught in a Lie
Blast from the Past
Husband
Fill ’Er Up
Must Think of Linda
And the Results Are In
The Mad Pooper
The Birthday Boy
Wench
Hot Stuff
Talk Show
Feeling Like an Absolute Heel
Six Hundred a Month
Settling the Score
Epilogue
Welcome to Mahalia’s Sweet Tea!
Copyright Page
To my late grandfather, Allison Herbert,
who will always be my hero
ACKNO WLEDGMENTS
Much thanks and gratitude to:
My parents, Patricia and Guillermo Sanchez. My three sisters, Donna, Maria, and Laurie. My extended family, Cal, Paul, Allison, Helen, Caroline, and CJ. My grandmother, Bertha Herbert and my Uncle Murry.
My editor, John Scognamiglio: For appreciating my sharp (some might say caustic) sense of humor, being a genuinely nice guy, and helping me take my manuscript to a higher level.
Yvette Chisholm: For always coming through for me, being knowledgeable about virtually everything, and all your wonderful ideas for this book.
Steve Stark: For all your tips, advice, and guidance, but mostly, for being the first person to tell me that I might actually have something here.
Karla Mahoney: For helping out a complete stranger and doing more than just proofreading my manuscript.
Tony Smith: For creating my Web site.
William Sloan: For crafting such a fantastic cover.
Wendy Corsi Staub: For doing a great job with the cover copy.
Johanna Tani: For doing a super job copyediting my manuscript.
All my current and former colleagues at ValueOptions.
The following individuals for helping out in one way or another through friendship, support, encouragement, inspiration . . . or proofreading: Jennifer Amato, Dorothy Barry, Jennifer Carroll, Whitney Clark, Tony Curtis, Lucia Ferguson, Teresa Glaze, Mike and Kerri Gray, James and Mindy Harrington, Barry Hirsch, Lyn Laparan, Mary McDonald, Andrea Newsome, Cindy Ostrowski, Jim Palumbo, Angela Perri, Joe Russell, Tasha Tillman, Holly Tracy, Alev Volkan, and Sandy Wells.
And, most important, to everyone who takes a chance on me and buys this book. I’d love to hear from you at author [email protected] and please check out my Web site at www.patrick-sanchez.com.
Always the Bridesmaid
Gina Perry was uncomfortable in the hard church pew. Damn Catholics, she thought. Their weddings are just too fucking long. She’d take a quickie Protestant or Jewish ceremony over this foolishness any day. And what was the deal with all that kneeling and standing and kneeling again? If she’d known there was going to be a whole Mass along with the wedding ceremony, that would’ve done it—she definitely wouldn’t have come. And to top it all off, Linda didn’t show. At least as far as Gina could tell, Linda wasn’t there. The church was so damn packed, Linda may have been somewhere in the crowd, but Gina wasn’t able to find her.
Gina’s mind wandered a little while a friend of the groom’s read the Bible story about God taking Adam’s rib to create Eve, blah, blah, blah. She’d heard it too many times over the last few years as, one by one, virtually all her friends took the plunge and became MOHs (married old hags). It was like all her friends had joined a club that she couldn’t. She didn’t even see most of them anymore. She hated going out with couples and feeling like a third wheel. It had been nearly ten years since high school, a fact she was recently reminded of when she received the invitation to her reunion a few weeks earlier. She couldn’t believe ten years had gone by already, nor could she believe that virtually all her friends had gotten married, and some had even started families.
The classic church was decked out in white and pink roses—white and pink roses on the altar, white and pink roses in the sanctuary, white and pink roses on every windowsill in the God bless-ed church. Earlier,
when Gina spotted the bridesmaids getting out of the limo, she was quite taken aback. They were all wearing pink dresses (the same shade of pink as the roses) with white bows on the sleeves and a big white bow on the bustle. Penelope had asked Gina to be a bridesmaid, but Gina couldn’t bear being the bridesmaid one more time. She had enough pastel puffed-sleeve dresses in her closet to clothe a cross-dressing army, and she wasn’t eager to add to the depressing collection. Besides, she was tired of being paraded down church aisles looking like Glenda, the Good Witch. She just lied to Penelope and made up a lame excuse about how she was out of vacation time and wasn’t sure if she would be able to get off from work the day of the wedding.
The whole idea of Penelope having a church wedding was so ridiculous. Penelope barely knew Jesus Christ from Jesus Jones. But, like many of Gina’s wedded friends, who hadn’t stepped foot in a church in years, Penelope suddenly returned to her Catholic roots when she needed a place to have her wedding ceremony.
The entire scene should have been unbelievably tacky, but to Gina’s surprise, the pink-and-white display was stunning. It was a pleasant summer morning, and the pastel colors gave the church a soft, warm feel, which just added to Gina’s disgust with the whole thing. Penelope had been a good friend to her, and Gina really did care for her, but Gina couldn’t help wishing some disaster would happen. Maybe Penelope would get overly nervous and vomit all over her wedding gown. Or, better yet, Donny would have second thoughts right in the middle of the ceremony and walk off. That way, at least Gina wouldn’t be the only straight girl she knew without a relationship.
Gina looked around and saw couples everywhere. She seemed to be the only single person in the church.
God! There is nothing more pathetic than a dateless girl at a wedding, Gina thought to herself as a middle-aged woman slid into the pew next to her. The woman was wearing a tight navy blue skirt and a cropped sleeveless top. She looked old beyond her forty-six years. With her thin, dry hair, raspy voice, and fine lines all over her face, she could have easily been the poster child for an antismoking campaign. Fresh from the salon, her hair was an even brassier shade of auburn than usual.
“Shirley,” Gina whispered. “Why are you so late? You probably should have stayed in the back until the ceremony is over.”
“I had a hair appointment. It took forever. Did I miss anything?”
“Just the whole wedding.”
“Good. Weddings are a drag. Just show me the way to the open bar.”
“Mother!” Gina droned. The only time Gina called Shirley “Mother” was when she was aggravated with her.
As the service came to a close, Gina contemplated going home and skipping the reception. She was considering potential excuses as she watched Penelope and Donny glide arm in arm down the center aisle while joyous music blared from the church organ.
Gina followed the crowd outside. The wedding party had already scampered around to the rear of the church and back inside to begin taking pictures. With Shirley in tow, Gina walked toward her car after giving one final sweep for Linda. She sat in the car, trying to decide what to do. She wasn’t thrilled about going to the reception with just Shirley, looking like the only escort she could get was her mother. Not that Shirley was Gina’s escort at all. Shirley was chums with almost all of Gina’s friends, at least the ones Gina would let her get near, and was an invited guest as well. Shirley certainly lacked maternal inclinations, but she was always good for a few laughs at a high school slumber party or college barbecue.
Gina’s neighbor and former boyfriend, Peter, had agreed to be her date for the wedding but called the day before to say he was a little under the weather and wouldn’t be able to make it. After he canceled on her, Gina figured she would just hang out with Linda and drink wine and make fun of the bridesmaids all afternoon. She eventually decided she would get through the introductions and the entrée, then sneak out after congratulating the happy couple.
When Gina and Shirley arrived at the Marriott on 14th Street, they proceeded to the ballroom and stopped at the gift table. As Gina added her gift to the table, a place setting that Penelope had registered for at Hecht’s, Shirley whipped a card out of her purse.
“Gina, sweetie, you got a pen?”
Gina rummaged through her purse and handed a pen to Shirley, who signed the card. Shirley then gave the table a good once-over and snatched the card off one of the larger gift-wrapped packages, crumpled it up, and replaced it with her card.
“Oh, no, Mother! You are not doing that again.”
“Oh, please, I do it all the time. Saves some major cash.”
“Look, just sign my card, and my gift can be from both of us. Okay?”
“What did you get her?”
“A place setting. It’s the one she registered for.”
“Hell no. You think a place setting is as good as what’s in that big ole box?”
“Whatever, Shirley,” Gina said, raising her hands at Shirley and walking away.
Gina entered the ballroom and walked up to the bar. She ordered a glass of wine and took a sip. Gina didn’t recognize anyone at the reception. Other than Linda, Gina and Penelope didn’t really have many friends in common. After college, Gina and Penelope grew apart, especially when Penelope started dating Donny about three years earlier.
Gina stood close to the bar and slowly drank her wine. While the crowd waited for the bride and groom to make their grand entrance, a mature woman approached Gina and tried to make small talk.
“Lovely ceremony, wasn’t it? The church was just beautiful.”
“Yes, it was,” Gina paused. “Looked a little like the Easter bunny threw up, but it was quite beautiful.”
The woman laughed at Gina’s little joke. “Yeah, all that pink was a little overwhelming. Penelope always did like to go overboard. Are you a friend of hers?”
“Yes, we went to college together. I’m Gina.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m Sally, Penelope’s aunt. I just got in from New Jersey this morning.”
“Oh . . . how long does it take to get to D.C. from New Jersey?” Gina asked, already bored with the woman but appreciating her company. It beat standing there alone.
“Just a little over three hours. It’s not too bad, but doing it alone can be a little tiresome.”
“Alone? Are you married?”
“Oh, no, dear. I never married.”
Before Gina could inquire any further, the room quieted, and the deejay asked the crowd to welcome the newly married Mr. and Mrs. Donald Weils.
Gina watched Penelope and Donny stride into the ballroom while everyone stood up and boisterously clapped their hands. Penelope was certainly not what one would consider a pretty girl, but, like most brides, she did look radiant on her special day. As Gina eyed the couple walking toward the head table, she wondered what was running through Penelope’s head. She looked so happy and confident, but most of all, Gina figured she must be relieved—relieved that she had gotten married and didn’t have to worry about growing old alone.
Gina hated the way she felt as she stood next to Sally, clapping for the couple, a forced smile on her face. A big part of her really was happy for Penelope. But, God, Gina would have been so much happier for Penelope if she were in a relationship herself. Here Gina was, on the verge of thirty, and she hadn’t had a serious relationship since her long stint with Peter about five years earlier.
“Is there one of those dumb seating plans, or can we sit wherever we want?” Shirley asked Gina, approaching her from behind.
“We’re seated over there at Table Eleven,” Gina said, part of her glad Shirley was there, so she at least knew someone at the wedding. Her other half worried that Shirley might do something to embarrass her.
“Do you know who else is seated with us? Anyone good?”
“No, Shirley. I don’t. Why don’t we just go over there and take our seats.”
After Gina excused herself to Sally, she and Shirley made their way over to the table and introduc
ed themselves to the four other people who were sitting there as well. They were distant relatives of the groom, who drove up from North Carolina and were a total bore.
Over lunch the group discussed some benign topics, learning each other’s connection to the newlyweds, what they did for a living, how lovely the weather was for the ceremony. . . . As Gina began to wonder if it really was possible to die of boredom, the photographer approached their table and requested a group shot.
“Sure, hon,” Shirley said, trying to fluff her hair.
“Smile,” the stocky, middle-aged man said as he clicked the shutter on the camera.
“Thank you,” he said to the group and turned toward the neighboring table.
“Is that it?” Shirley asked. “You know, I just got back from the salon. You could take a few more.”
“Sure, miss,” the man said politely.
“Hold on just one sec,” Shirley said, reaching for her purse and pulling out a tube of lipstick and a compact. She applied some lipstick and dabbed some powder on her nose and forehead.
“Okay, I’m ready,” she said, and put one hand behind her head and gave the camera a seductive smile.
“Nice!” the photographer said, clicking the shutter as Shirley put both hands behind her head and puckered her lips for the camera.
“Shirley! How much have you had to drink?” Gina asked her mother. She knew it was too early for Shirley to be drunk, but Gina was hoping the rest of the table might think too much alcohol was to blame for Shirley’s behavior.
“Oh, I’m just having fun, sweetie,” Shirley said as she continued to pose. Realizing that the photographer was shooting only Shirley, the rest of the guests at the table leaned back in their chairs and got out of the way—except for Gina, that is. She got up from the table altogether and walked back to the bar just to get away from the whole scene.
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