she said, rubbing her face, the steam from the wood burning tool on the craft table curling up around her. “But please don’t say it: I’m already thinking it myself.” Kara stared down at the circular slab of juniper in front of her, the top half of which was pocked with crudely formed words that got smaller and smaller as they got closer to the bottom. She wiped a Kleenex across her moist brow. “Dammit, I must be clear out of my head, Cin,” she said. “There’s only about a million things left to do for the wedding, and here I am burning my vows into a piece of wood. What kind of lunatic does that with only two weeks to go before the big day?” “My favorite kind of lunatic,” I said, giving her a weak smile. “Nice of you to say,” she said. “But I tell you what, I’m driving myself nuts lately. When all this is done, I think I’m going to need a long, long vacation… from myself.” She shook her head. “And as much as I love having my mom here, she’s been no help whatsoever with the wedding preparations.
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