Chapter 28

Sandy had been busy all the following week; choosing a reception hall for the wedding, getting her dress and Tyler's suit altered, going to her doctor visit and taking Tyler to his appointments, helping out at work to prepare for the annual audit, checking in with Dave and Edie (Dave had had gallbladder surgery, but Sandy couldn't make it home), housework and keeping after Tyler and his schoolwork, and of course, checking in on Paul.

Now she sat at her desk trying to focus and feeling grateful most of the important stuff she needed to do had been finished by the deadline, wondering how in the world she had kept her sanity the entire time, and she could focus on other things.

Sandy had gotten a call that her dress and Tyler's suit were ready and for her to come in and try the dress on to make sure everything was right. She had also planned to stop and have her monthly hair trim on the way home, since Tyler was going to hang out at Adam's for awhile and wouldn't be home for dinner.

Good opportunity for quality time with Paul, she thought, smiling to herself, especially since I managed to talk him into not cutting his hair again.

The phone on Sandy's desk rang, cutting into her thoughts. "Sandy Dillard," she answered cheerfully.

"Well hi, Sandy," her doctor replied. "It's Dr. Seville."

"What can I do for you, Doctor?" she asked, wondering why he would be calling.

"Is there any chance you could stop in the office after work? I have some lab results I'd like to go over with you."

Oh God, this can't be good, Sandy thought. So much for the hair trim, unless this won't take long.

"Sure, I can spare a few minutes," she finally replied.

"Good. And don't worry, it's nothing serious and won't take very long."

Sandy thanked him, then hung up. She wondered if there had been something wrong with the blood test she'd had done for her marriage license. Or maybe someone goofed up in the lab and she would have to take the test again. Oh well, it could be worse, whatever it is.

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"How's it hanging, Gimpy?" Spanky asked during a phone call with Paul.

"Bored as shit," Paul complained. "This TV only stuff for awhile and limited performing is for the damn birds. Of course, on the good side, I can see Sandy more often and catch up on shit I ordinarily wouldn't have time to get around to getting done."

"Like laundry?" Spanky laughed.

"Yeah. Sandy bitched at me yesterday about the place being a pigsty and wondered when the hell was the last time I did laundry. Shit, it isn't like I have a maid."

"Hey, after your wedding, you won't have to worry about that stuff. Speaking of which, have you decided on a date yet?"

"No, but I need to get my ass in gear and figure one out before Sandy really starts to think I'm stalling."

"Yeah, you guys are taking long enough."

"Look who's talking. I don't see you rushing to set a date either, dipshit."

"Okay, you got me again."

A tone came over, indicating that Paul had another call coming in.

"Hang on a second, Spank; someone just beeped in," he said with a small groan before taking the second call. "Yeah, Paul here."

"And yeah to you too," Sandy said.

"I was just talking to Spank about you, baby. So what's up?"

"Well….are you going to be home tonight or busy by any chance?"

"Not planning anything so far. Why?"

"Good, I need to talk to you. It's important."