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We draw closer and closer to the end…the dismal, depressing end…
The day of the wedding was unusually sunny and bright.
Lemony Snicket hung up the phone. He walked swiftly outside, his hat low to shield his eyes from the sun.
"Have you seen Be today Jacque?" He asked, Jacque got down form his ladder holding an array of roses tied with a gigantic bow.
"Be? No, why?"
"Her mother just called, said she wasn't home, wondering if maybe she had stayed over at someone else's home."
"Oh, I do hope she didn't get cold feet." Kit sighed coming out on to the front lawn her hair in a tight bun at the nap of her neck.
"Be wouldn't do that." Lemony said coolly. "What get cold feet or go missing?" Jacque inquired. "Neither one." Lemony replied. "Maybe her mother just missed her and she got a quick mission from you know who." Kit reasoned pointing at the eye shaped intercom in the corner of the porch hidden carefully behind a bowl of petunias. "That sounds more plausible." Jacque said nodding. Kit checked her watch, "The world is quiet here." She spoke softly looking up, coming back to reality she turned her head to face Lemony, "I was talking to Josephine and she was wondering if you might be so kind as to go pick up some plastic sporks from the store. You know because forks are so dangerous and you could easily poke someone's eye out." Jacque laughed finishing his second flower arrangement. "That is funny." He giggle grinning broadly at his sister. Kit crossed her arms, "That is not funny it's sad." She said tartly, "I'll go." Lemony cut the conversion short. Kit uncrossed her arms, "Thank you so much Lemony, I am going to be so busy today. You know finishing this and that." And with those words Kit hurried across the lawn and got on her bike. "I suppose I should go pick them up now. Can you keep a look out for Be encase she comes by?" Lemony asked, Jacque started on the fourth arrangement, "Sure I'm going to be here all the way till the wedding doing these flower set ups." Jacque flashed him a smile. Lemony went to his bike and got on.
"Clean up on isle five!" A scratchy voice called over an intercom. Lemony pushed his blue basket around isle seven slowly inspecting the shelves for sporks. He'd asked three different workers were the sporks were they said isle seven but clearly isle seven was canned food. He walked through two glass doors figuring the fresh produce people might be a little more attentive because they had less exposure to cleaning solutions and bleaches. "Be?" Lemony stopped in front of the grapes, in the carrot and lettuce section was Beatrice.
You think I would be happy…