Deborah Sharp - Mama Gets Hitched

Mama Gets Hitched: A Mace Bauer Mystery 2010 by Deborah Sharp.

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To Charlene and Nancy, who love me despite the
cranberry-colored taffeta with humongous bows
I made them wear as bridesmaids;
and to Abbie, our fourth sister of the heart.

Acknowledgments

I owe a debt to friends and family members whove invited me to their weddingsin some cases, multiple times. All your ceremonies were in excellent taste. I never witnessed a single tacky moment, or anything remotely resembling the fictional mayhem, not to mention murder, that mars Mamas Special Day. On the other hand, there had to be some payback for making me shoehorn my bridesmaid-self into that strapless Scarlett OHara number. (You know who you are, Miss Bride!)

As always, I want to thank the worlds greatest husband, Kerry Sanders, for unfailing love; and the worlds greatest mama, Marion Sharp, for inspiration.

Im grateful to my fabulous agent, Whitney Lee, and to the talented staff at Midnight Ink. Connie Hills editing prowess saves me; Courtney Colton spreads the news about my books; and Lisa Novaks genius makes the cover designs pop.

Thanks to Deborah Dab Holt, who bid in a charity auction for the chance to have a character named after her in Mama Gets Hitched . Always a good girl, she confessed she wanted her character to be bad. I pray she didnt get more than she bargained for.

Thanks, again, to the town of Okeechobee, Florida, the real-life inspiration for fictional Himmarshee.

Finally, Im indebted to those Ive named, to anyone I missed, and especially to you, for reading.

Small, silver-trimmed circles of tulle covered the tabletop. Mama held up what looked like two identical pieces of the fabric, one in each hand.

Dont tell me you cant see the difference, Mace. She thrust the first circle under my nose. This is celadon. She shook it for emphasis. The fluorescent lights of the VFW hall gave the green tulle a dull gleam. And this , she waved the second circle within inches of my eyes, is honeydew.

I batted away her hand. Like I told you, Mama, they look exactly the same. Light green.

She rolled her eyes and sighed heavily, as if she couldnt stand to deal for one more minute with poor dumb trash who couldnt tell the difference between subtle shadings of tulle. I decided Id had just about enough of her Bridezilla routine.

Wouldnt you say youre going a little nuts, Mama? Does it really matter whether every square centimeter of tulle is dyed exactly the same shade as the next? All this whoop-de-doo is kind of tacky, anyway. After all, this is your fifth trip down the aisle.

Mama looked wounded. You know Ive never had a real wedding, Mace. I eloped with your daddy. And when I got married after he died well, you know all about Husband No. 2. After that nightmare, I thought I might jinx my third try by making a big to-do. Turned out that one didnt take either, big wedding or small. And then No. 4 and I met on that cruise and decided to have the ships captain tie the knot.

I remembered. My sisters and I were horrified when Mama came home with a new husband, twenty years her junior. We also got souvenirs that said My Mother Went to Cancun and All I Got Was This Lousy T-shirt.

Poor No. 4, Mama said. He didnt seem as good a choice on dry land as he had on the high seas. Maybe I shouldnt have mixed champagne with Dramamine. Anyway, Mace, Sally is the first man Ive really loved since your daddy. I want this wedding to be perfect.

Mama was marrying Salvatore ProvenzaSallyin less than a week. Under the pressure of pulling off the Ceremony of the Century in Himmarshee, Florida, shed mutated into someone my sisters and I barely recognized. She was driving us crazy, which wasnt the unusual part. Shes always done that. But wed never seen Mama so obsessed over the inconsequential.

Heres a woman who nearly landed in prison after a corpse turned up in her turquoise convertible. Then, she found an old beau keeled over dead in his Cow Hunter Chili. Shes tangled with a gator, and was nearly trampled to death during a week-long horse ride through Floridas cattle country. And thats just what Mamas survived in the past year.

Now, tulle had her in a tizzy. I was ready to head out into the swamp to escape. And my sisters, Maddie and Marty, were almost willing to brave the gators and the snakes to come with me. But I knew I had to give her the customary daughterly pep talk.

Take a deep breath, Mama, I recited. Everythings going to be fine. The wedding will be incredible. Youll be the prettiest bride ever.

Mama perked up. She rarely misses a Sunday at Abundant Forgiveness, Love and Charity Chapel. But she must have skipped over that part in the Bible about vanity being a sin. Shes tiny, with perfect features in an unlined face. Almost sixty-three, shes still beautiful. And she never tires of being reminded of that fact.