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I have learned that only two things are necessary to keep one's wife happy. First, let her think she's having her own way. And second, let her have it.
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Top Ten Reasons Why Weddings Should Be Avoided

Chapter 13

Elinor was mad and Charlie knew it. The whole ride home they didn't speak to each other at all. Great, now you've done it. Thought Charlie, all the way back to the house. Now she'll never go out with you. Charlie brushed that thought from his mind as they reached the Harris mansion.

Elinor got out of the car and quickly started going up the stairs to the entrance of the house. Charlie followed after her. Elinor stopped in the middle of the stairs and turned toward Charlie. She sighed. "Look, Charlie," she said as if giving up all hope. "What happened today with my grandparents, let's just forget about it, ok? I really want this to work out but this can't work if we're fighting with each other. Friends?"

Charlie hesitated for a moment, considering the idea of kissing her right there, but knew that if he wanted to see tomorrow he better just answer the question with the right answer. "Friends," Charlie replied, trying to give a her a smile. She smiled back and Elinor went into the house.

Elinor laid on her bed once again and stared at the ceiling. She couldn't believe how this day was turning out. First Charlie told her grandparents about how many kids they wanted. Her grandma was just as much as a gossiper as her mother was. She could see it now, she and Charlie sitting at one of the tables at the wedding.

"Did you hear what Elinor's date told Martha Harris?" said the woman at the next table.

"No, what?" Asked the curious woman next to her.

"Well, he told her that they were thinking about children!" The woman said, sounding horrified. "How completely scandalous! No one should start thinking about children until after the wedding!"

"Oh, poor Catherine," said the other woman. "All she's ever wanted for Elinor was for her to marry that dashing Paul Pennet, but who wants an apple that's already been plucked?"

Elinor shook her head, bringing her back to reality. What else could go wrong today? That was when Elinor heard a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" She said loudly from her bed.

"It's Charlie," Elinor rolled her eyes. This was the last person on earth she wanted to see right now.

"Come in."

Charlie entered in her room and gave a whistle. "Wow, I never took you as a pink girl." He looked around the room. It's walls were pink, as well as the bed spread.

"I'm not," she replied sitting up on her bed. "I haven't had this room redone since I was seven and even then I hated the color pink." Charlie just shook his head, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets. "What are you doing here?" She asked him.

"Oh, well, I was just wanting to ask you if this event tonight was a formal occasion," Charlie asked her.

"Kind of," she replied running her hands through her hair. "Not tuxedo like tomorrow, but shirt and tie."

Charlie nodded and then went over and sat beside her on the bed. "I'm sorry about what I told your grandparents today."

Elinor looked at him in surprise. "What did you say?"

"I said I'm sorry," said Charlie again this time looking at her.

"I don't believe I have ever heard you say sorry to anyone in your life," Elinor said.

"Yeah, well, there's a first time for everything right?" Charlie said, giving her one of his smiles. She liked the way he smiled.

"It's okay, and I'm sorry I yelled at you about it," she said. "Its just that being a Harris is so hard. There are so many rules and so many things that you just don't say even if you were kidding. That's why I really liked your family. They were so friendly and the talk of children wouldn't be as scandalous with them as it is with my family." She sighed with frusteration.

Charlie took her hand into his. "Well how scandalous would it be if I tickled you?" he asked jokingly.

She laughed. "I don't know, I don't believe that has ever been attempted."

"Well, would you like to find out?" asked Charlie, grinning wickedly at her.

She narrowed her eyes. "You wouldn't," she said viciously.

"Oh, I would," and with that, Charlie began to tickle her. She laughed uncontrollably.

"Stop it," she said. He was on top of her now pinning her down with his body, still tickling her. "Stop it now or I'll hex you!"

Charlie stopped and look down at her. He smiled at her and she smiled back and they just looked at each for a minute or so before they were interupted.

"OH MY GOD!" Charlie looked over to see Mrs. Harris standing at the door. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU TWO ARE DOING!?!"

Charlie looked at her in confusion until he realized that he was still on top of her... on her bed. "Shit," he said under his breath so only Elinor could here.

"Mother!" Elinor said getting up from under Charlie. Elinor had gone completely red. "It's not what you think... he was just... I mean I was just... we were just..."

"I KNOW WHAT YOU TWO WERE JUST ABOUT TO DO YOUNG LADY, AND I AM FURIOUS WITH BOTH OF YOU!!" Mrs. Harris yelled still screaming.

"Mother, we weren't doing anything wrong!" Elinor yelled.

"OH REALLY?! NOTHING WRONG?! OF COURSE IT ISN'T WRONG FOR YOU TWO CONSIDERING WHAT YOU ARE!" Mrs. Harris yelled.

Elinor was taken aback. Charlie could tell that Elinor was furious. "What we are?! You have to be joking me! You seriously think that we just go around sleeping with each other as if it was like drinking a glass of water?!"

"Well Elinor I don't really know!" Mrs. Harris had lowered her voice but it was still loud. "Oh Elinor, if this is what you do in your own home God only knows how many men you've been with!"

"Oh yeah, I sleep with a lot of men! A LOT! You know what? Since you really think I'm some kind of whore I'm just going to do it right now with Charlie! Yeah, you heard me, right here, right now!"

"Um... Elinor?" Charlie said.

"Shut up, Charlie!" Elinor yelled at him still looking at her mother.

Mrs. Harris took a deep breath. "You two better be ready in two hours." She was still glaring as she left the room and slammed the door.

Elinor groaned. She about collapsed on the floor until Charlie came and carried her over to the bed. He laid her down, her head propped up with a pillow. "Did I really just say those things to my mother?" Elinor asked quietly.

"Would you feel better if I told you it was all a dream and none of that stuff happened?" Charlie asked.

Elinor covered her face with her hands. "I've screwed up big time now!"

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it," Charlie said soothingly.

"How?" She said.

"You'll see... everything will be ok." Charlie carressed her face with his hand. "Just get some sleep before tonight."

Charlie left the room. Elinor rolled her eyes. She was so screwed. She closed her eyes and darkness closed around her.

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