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She was anxious to finalize her plans for my elaborate wedding, and I’d hoped by putting her off that she would finally cease and desist.

Guilt prompted me to pick up the phone and face the consequences.

“Good morning, Mother. How are you?”

“I’m perfectly fine, but I was beginning to worry that you’d fallen off the face of the earth, Margaret. It’s a relief to know you’re alive and well.” Mother cloaked her sarcasm in such a soft, sweet tone it took a few seconds to realize I’d been zinged.

“Business is booming.”

“Not too booming for you to have lunch with your mother today, I hope?”

When she referred to herself in the third person, I knew I was in trouble, so I bit the bullet. “Of course not. Just the two of us?”

“There’s someone at the door,” Mother replied without responding to my question. “I’ll see you at noon.”

With a feeling of foreboding, I hung up the phone. I feared the wedding-planning trap had been sprung.