Ok sorry you had to hear that lol I just thought it would be fun.
"Oh no Master we cannot!"
"Why?"
"We are not married yet!"
"Jeannie . . ."
"I am so glad you understand. I must mail these invitations."
Tony leaned back in his chair and made that little TV Land-grimace with his chin on his knuckles.
When Jeannie sauntered back in he dared ask a question. "Jeannie I'm just wondering who all these people are you're inviting. I mean you walked out to the mail box with probably one hundred letters!"
She thought for a minute as if wondering whether or not to lie. "Just your family. Oh, and the people you work with, and the people you work for and this little old man I met at the market and a wonderful young woman who gave me a ride to the market and a little girl who bought me some candy at the market and the man who works at the market and-" Tony cut her off.
"Jeannie, one, do I know any of these people, and two how many times have you been to the market?"
"You will get to know them and I am sure you will like them-"
"But that's not the point. Most of the time you only invite your closest friends and family. For me that's you, Roger and Mom and Dad." But then he thought about how selfish he was getting and amended his statement, "Although these are obviously your closest friends so I will allow them to come."
Allow them?, Jeannie thought, but this is my wedding too! Why is master acting so strange all of a sudden? Was mother right? Were she and Master really in love? Her mind was racing when she decided on a choice. Yes. Master loves me. Mother is a scamming old witch. I hate her. But then she found herself running out to take the letters out of the mailbox. She didn't know why, she just was.
"Here you are Master. I got all the invitations back."
"That's good Jeannie. Now it will just be me and you."
"But I thought Roger and your parents were coming!"
"No I changed my mind they'll only spoil the fun."
What is wrong?, she thought, this is not the Master I know.
"Well if you say so," she said in a quiet voice almost afraid of what would happen if she disagreed.
"Oh and one more thing Jean,"
"It is Jeannie!"
"Whatever. I want your mother to be there."
"Oh no Master we cannot!"
"Why?"
"We are not married yet!"
"Jeannie . . ."
"I am so glad you understand. I must mail these invitations."
Tony leaned back in his chair and made that little TV Land-grimace with his chin on his knuckles.
When Jeannie sauntered back in he dared ask a question. "Jeannie I'm just wondering who all these people are you're inviting. I mean you walked out to the mail box with probably one hundred letters!"
She thought for a minute as if wondering whether or not to lie. "Just your family. Oh, and the people you work with, and the people you work for and this little old man I met at the market and a wonderful young woman who gave me a ride to the market and a little girl who bought me some candy at the market and the man who works at the market and-" Tony cut her off.
"Jeannie, one, do I know any of these people, and two how many times have you been to the market?"
"You will get to know them and I am sure you will like them-"
"But that's not the point. Most of the time you only invite your closest friends and family. For me that's you, Roger and Mom and Dad." But then he thought about how selfish he was getting and amended his statement, "Although these are obviously your closest friends so I will allow them to come."
Allow them?, Jeannie thought, but this is my wedding too! Why is master acting so strange all of a sudden? Was mother right? Were she and Master really in love? Her mind was racing when she decided on a choice. Yes. Master loves me. Mother is a scamming old witch. I hate her. But then she found herself running out to take the letters out of the mailbox. She didn't know why, she just was.
"Here you are Master. I got all the invitations back."
"That's good Jeannie. Now it will just be me and you."
"But I thought Roger and your parents were coming!"
"No I changed my mind they'll only spoil the fun."
What is wrong?, she thought, this is not the Master I know.
"Well if you say so," she said in a quiet voice almost afraid of what would happen if she disagreed.
"Oh and one more thing Jean,"
"It is Jeannie!"
"Whatever. I want your mother to be there."