Jenny said as she climbed into the Blazer. “I know you don’t like me fighting, but I couldn’t help it. They made me so mad!” “I’m the one who should be sorry,” Joanna returned. “I should have told you that Butch had asked me to marry him, Jenny. I never should have left you hanging like that. You should have heard it from me, and not through some second-hand newspaper story. I meant to tell you about it last night. That’s why I wanted just the two of us to go out for pizza—so we could talk. Then the call came in. Rather than make a bad job—a rushed job—of telling you, I decided to wait until a better time.” “You mean it is true then?” Jenny demanded. Joanna nodded. “It’s true.” “You and Butch really are getting married?” “Yes. But Marliss had no business putting it in the paper before we were ready to make an official announcement.”
