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"Daisy Jo, is that you?" Bessie, Joey's sister, called from somewhere in the house.
'Daisy Jo my ass,' Joey thought. When she was younger, first grade probably, she hated her name and the name Daisy sounded perfect. Pretty, elegant. So Joey insisted that everyone in her family called her Daisy. That was years ago and Bessie still used it as a pet name. Joey didn't mind that much but if anyone other then her best friend Jen Lindley knew she'd die.
"Yeah, Bess, it's me. How's the wedding going?" Bessie was getting married to Jonathan Maxwell Miltler III, an up-tight business man from a wealthy family. Joey had only met him once and that was when she just happened to run into the two so she didn't get to meet his family or anything. The only thing she knew, other then the fact that he's rich, is that he has two step-brothers and he shares his name with his dad and his grandfather.
Bessie walked into the living room where Joey was standing. Joey noticed that her hair was done up in yet another hair do. "New hair, huh?" It was sort of twisted up on the top of her head. "Isn't that the same one you got done last week?"
Bessie sighed and shook her head. "No, last week these strands of hair weren't hanging down and the bun wasn't as high." Jonathan was making Bessie go to the hair salon until she got a hairdo that HE liked, and from the looks of things, they weren't going to decide on hair anytime soon.
"Well, what does Jonathan think of it?"
"He loves it."
"And you?"
"Hate it."
"Then don't wear it!" Joey couldn't understand her sister. HER sister, the one who single handedly raised Joey through her tough teenage years when their mother died and their father went to prison, was letting someone else order her around. It was so… not Bessie.
"Jonathan doesn't like the way I want it," Bessie said, biting her lip.
"Well, it's not Jonathan's hair, now is it?"
Bessie waved her hand in the air which was their mutual symbol to let the subject drop. 'Fine, for now.'
"So," Joey said, trying to keep the conversation light. "Ready to become Mrs. Bessie Potter Miltler?"
"Well," Bessie began. "Not exactly…"
"Huh?"
"I mean, I won't be Potter Miltler."
"Bess! I thought that we both said that when we get married we're going to keep our last name as our middle name. Besides, your middle name is Steinwhell so I don't know why you're hesitating on this."
"Well, it's just that…" Bessie seemed reluctant to continue, but Joey urged her on. "Jonathandoesn'tknowthatmylastnameisPotter," Bessie said in one breath.
"WHAT??????? How can he NOT know? You guys have been dating for seven months!" 'Seven LONG months,' Joey thought.
"Well, when I met him he had just come back from college right? I introduced myself as 'Bess' and then we started talking and he said something about the 'Potter family'." Joey thought she would explode when she heard that.
"WHO DOES HE-" But Bessie quickly cut her off.
"No! Nothing bad. Well yeah, it was bad but not like, HORRIBLE or anything. We really hit it off and I didn't want him to reject me when I told him my last name so… I didn't."
"So what, he thinks you're like Cher? 'Bess no-last-name?'"
"No, of course not stupid. He thinks our last name is Pottson."
"Pottson?! That name sucks!"
"Hey it was last minute! I had started saying 'Potter' then thought better of it so it came out 'Pottson.'" Bessie looked at Joey, almost as if she was afraid Joey'd bite her.
"Bessie, how do you get yourself into these kind of messes? Sometimes I think I'M the big sister around here."
"Just… argh." The phone started ringing so Bessie went to pick it up. "Hello?… Yeah, hi!… Uh, yeah…"
Joey desperately tried to understand what they were talking about but of course, she could only hear Bessie's side of the conversation. "Who is it?" she whispered.
Bessie only waved a hand at her. "Uh huh… no! Oh, are you alright?… No, don't think twice about it… REALLY… you concentrate on having your baby okay?… No, I'm sure Joey will have no problem filling in…"
'Uh oh.'
Bessie hung up and looked to Joey. "What is it, Bess? And whatever it is the answer's NO."
Bessie gave her a pleading look. "Jo, that was Cynthia. Her baby's giving her problems and their afraid it's going to arrive premature so she's bed ridden until it arrives."
"Cynthia… the maid of honor?"
"Yeah, so Dais, can you PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE be my maid of honor. I need you, sis."
Joey thought about this. She knew she really didn't have a choice because Bessie did provide a roof over her head. And food to eat. Of course, Joey could get a job and do that for herself. But that'd take time…
With a strangled sigh Joey said, "Okay, Bess. I'm there."
"Okay well, the Miltlers are throwing a party on Friday night for all their business partners who aren't going to attend the wedding, but the maid of honor and the best man are supposed to be there."
"Friday night?? No! Bess, Dawson's taking me to Boston to see the Red Sox, remember? It's the only time I'll be able to go all year!" Dawson had surprised her the week before with the tickets and she had been extatic ever since. And now she wouldn't be able to go? It wasn't possible.
"Joey, PLEASE. You have to be there. I even paid someone to play our Dad since they don't know that the real Mike Potter is serving time. You have to be there!!"
'Godamit, the things you do for sisters.'
"Fine, Bess. I'll go row over to Dawson's and tell him."
"Thanks, Daisy, you're an angel." With that Bessie left the room to do… whatever it is she needed to do. Joey brushed her hair into a ponytail and left the house, shutting the door behind her.
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"Daisy Jo, is that you?" Bessie, Joey's sister, called from somewhere in the house.
'Daisy Jo my ass,' Joey thought. When she was younger, first grade probably, she hated her name and the name Daisy sounded perfect. Pretty, elegant. So Joey insisted that everyone in her family called her Daisy. That was years ago and Bessie still used it as a pet name. Joey didn't mind that much but if anyone other then her best friend Jen Lindley knew she'd die.
"Yeah, Bess, it's me. How's the wedding going?" Bessie was getting married to Jonathan Maxwell Miltler III, an up-tight business man from a wealthy family. Joey had only met him once and that was when she just happened to run into the two so she didn't get to meet his family or anything. The only thing she knew, other then the fact that he's rich, is that he has two step-brothers and he shares his name with his dad and his grandfather.
Bessie walked into the living room where Joey was standing. Joey noticed that her hair was done up in yet another hair do. "New hair, huh?" It was sort of twisted up on the top of her head. "Isn't that the same one you got done last week?"
Bessie sighed and shook her head. "No, last week these strands of hair weren't hanging down and the bun wasn't as high." Jonathan was making Bessie go to the hair salon until she got a hairdo that HE liked, and from the looks of things, they weren't going to decide on hair anytime soon.
"Well, what does Jonathan think of it?"
"He loves it."
"And you?"
"Hate it."
"Then don't wear it!" Joey couldn't understand her sister. HER sister, the one who single handedly raised Joey through her tough teenage years when their mother died and their father went to prison, was letting someone else order her around. It was so… not Bessie.
"Jonathan doesn't like the way I want it," Bessie said, biting her lip.
"Well, it's not Jonathan's hair, now is it?"
Bessie waved her hand in the air which was their mutual symbol to let the subject drop. 'Fine, for now.'
"So," Joey said, trying to keep the conversation light. "Ready to become Mrs. Bessie Potter Miltler?"
"Well," Bessie began. "Not exactly…"
"Huh?"
"I mean, I won't be Potter Miltler."
"Bess! I thought that we both said that when we get married we're going to keep our last name as our middle name. Besides, your middle name is Steinwhell so I don't know why you're hesitating on this."
"Well, it's just that…" Bessie seemed reluctant to continue, but Joey urged her on. "Jonathandoesn'tknowthatmylastnameisPotter," Bessie said in one breath.
"WHAT??????? How can he NOT know? You guys have been dating for seven months!" 'Seven LONG months,' Joey thought.
"Well, when I met him he had just come back from college right? I introduced myself as 'Bess' and then we started talking and he said something about the 'Potter family'." Joey thought she would explode when she heard that.
"WHO DOES HE-" But Bessie quickly cut her off.
"No! Nothing bad. Well yeah, it was bad but not like, HORRIBLE or anything. We really hit it off and I didn't want him to reject me when I told him my last name so… I didn't."
"So what, he thinks you're like Cher? 'Bess no-last-name?'"
"No, of course not stupid. He thinks our last name is Pottson."
"Pottson?! That name sucks!"
"Hey it was last minute! I had started saying 'Potter' then thought better of it so it came out 'Pottson.'" Bessie looked at Joey, almost as if she was afraid Joey'd bite her.
"Bessie, how do you get yourself into these kind of messes? Sometimes I think I'M the big sister around here."
"Just… argh." The phone started ringing so Bessie went to pick it up. "Hello?… Yeah, hi!… Uh, yeah…"
Joey desperately tried to understand what they were talking about but of course, she could only hear Bessie's side of the conversation. "Who is it?" she whispered.
Bessie only waved a hand at her. "Uh huh… no! Oh, are you alright?… No, don't think twice about it… REALLY… you concentrate on having your baby okay?… No, I'm sure Joey will have no problem filling in…"
'Uh oh.'
Bessie hung up and looked to Joey. "What is it, Bess? And whatever it is the answer's NO."
Bessie gave her a pleading look. "Jo, that was Cynthia. Her baby's giving her problems and their afraid it's going to arrive premature so she's bed ridden until it arrives."
"Cynthia… the maid of honor?"
"Yeah, so Dais, can you PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE be my maid of honor. I need you, sis."
Joey thought about this. She knew she really didn't have a choice because Bessie did provide a roof over her head. And food to eat. Of course, Joey could get a job and do that for herself. But that'd take time…
With a strangled sigh Joey said, "Okay, Bess. I'm there."
"Okay well, the Miltlers are throwing a party on Friday night for all their business partners who aren't going to attend the wedding, but the maid of honor and the best man are supposed to be there."
"Friday night?? No! Bess, Dawson's taking me to Boston to see the Red Sox, remember? It's the only time I'll be able to go all year!" Dawson had surprised her the week before with the tickets and she had been extatic ever since. And now she wouldn't be able to go? It wasn't possible.
"Joey, PLEASE. You have to be there. I even paid someone to play our Dad since they don't know that the real Mike Potter is serving time. You have to be there!!"
'Godamit, the things you do for sisters.'
"Fine, Bess. I'll go row over to Dawson's and tell him."
"Thanks, Daisy, you're an angel." With that Bessie left the room to do… whatever it is she needed to do. Joey brushed her hair into a ponytail and left the house, shutting the door behind her.
