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When last we left them, Viv had bumped into Jack and not-Renee outside a deli.

A few lines of witty platonic banter—about dill pickle soup, caffeine gnomes, and office mooches—and one  annoyed not-Renee later, Jack gets around to the introductions . . .


Sunny Fairy

You’re Kirsten’s sister?”

“For my sins,” Viv said, used to the reaction, “or maybe hers.”

“You must be having so much fun helping with the wedding,” Renee said, in a tone that might have sounded a little less condescending, if Viv had been twenty years younger and a flower girl.

Jack coughed.

“You have no idea,” said Viv, with a laugh.

For some reason, this made the other woman’s smile flicker. “Jack has been a little sketchy on the details,” she said, shooting him a look. “He couldn’t even tell me what the cake looks like.”


Aaaaand, we’re off.

Anyone else get the feeling Viv and not-Renee are going to be really, really good friends?  And that not-Renee doesn’t quite believe that she was stood up for a two-hour cake tasting?

That’s my now-nearly-seven year old up there, by the way, attending a fairy tea party at the Botanical Center three summers ago.