Ugh. I wanted to stuff the words back in. This was Shevy’s time, why did I go and ruin it for her?
Batya Myski buzzed us into the Wedding Center.
“Mina! VIP customer.”
I chuckled.
“I guess we can start right away, then,” she said. “No forms, huh?”
I winced. Yay for protektziya, or I’d be expected to fill out a form — a form I had worded — that included a member ID, which I didn’t have.
“We’ll start on our own,” I told Batya. “I know my way around, don’t get up.”
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