Now, I’m not one to get all misty eyed, but let’s just say when I saw my daddy standing at the end of the aisle, dressed in his tux, I had to blink to clear my vision. He was so handsome, so regal, as he waited for his bride. It would have been a perfect moment if it hadn’t been for the woman he was marrying.
It was no secret Evie and I had been at war for years. It started when I was in fifth grade and had inadvertently kept her from getting too friendly with Dad, the local sheriff and one of the most eligible bachelors in Summit View.
After that, I was always a target for her cutting remarks. But at least I’d had my Sunday school teacher, Vonnie Westbrook, to stand up for me.
Evie would bark, “Donna, you’re slouching, can’t you stand up straight?
Vonnie would say, “Evangeline, why are you speaking to this child in that tone?”
Evie’d put her hands on her hips. “It’s just this child needs a mother.”
With all innocence, I’d reply, “No, ma’am, not if that mother was to be you.”
And now, all these years later, Evangeline was finally marrying my dad. Oh happy day.
So not only did the two of us have a history, though