Chapter 32
"I've been thinking about the whole Vienna thing," Paul said a few days later.
"Me too," Sandy nodded. "Actually, I was hoping you would bring that up. It would be a lot more work to arrange something over there than having it in our own country."
"My thought exactly. That and I came up with a better idea."
"This should be interesting. So what is the idea?"
"Next weekend," Paul grinned as if he had accomplished something.
"Are you nuts?! Do you realize the rushing around we'd have to do? That's less than a week away."
"What? Spank's not on the house show card next weekend, I found a good reception hall I booked and paid for, you already picked up yours and Tyler's stuff, and I just had my suit cleaned. What's the problem?"
"I'm going to have to call the florist and change the date, not to mention inform my family and find some way to get them all down here at practically the last minute."
"Call the flower shop or whatever now. Your mother's got the rest of it covered."
"You talked to my mother?" Sandy asked, shocked.
"Yeah, about an hour ago. That's not a problem, is it?"
"I guess not," she said, shooting him a look.
"Oh come on, San; even your mom thinks it's romantic."
"Well, while we are on this shotgun wedding idea, do you by any chance know who's going to be presiding over it?"
"Yep. One of my buddies has a friend that's a minister. He happens to be free next Saturday."
"Have you really been that bored that you decided to throw this whole thing together?"
Paul gave a pout. "You don't like it?"
"It is rather short notice for a lot of people."
"Tyler thinks it will be pretty cool."
"God, my own son is in on this too?!"
"Somebody had to help me make phone calls. I put him and Spanky to work."
"I cannot believe you guys went through all of this and didn't say a word about it."
"That was the idea. You'd thrown a fit if I had said something."
"Do you honestly think this could work?" she asked.
"Well, it will be something to remember a few years down the road, and look at it this way, you aren't showing yet, which means you won't need to get your dress altered again."
Sandy had to smile. Most women would have been ready to kill him, but she couldn't help but think he had gone through this trouble. And he was going to be off for awhile; why not have an unconventional wedding? She'd already gone the traditional route with Mike and Paul had a bizarre side to him anyway.
"You know," she finally said to him, "come to think of it, this could be kind of fun."