Finally! I’ve sorted out the plot thorniness that has been plaguing me since January and here’s a shiny new chapter for those of you who haven’t drifted away with better things to do. For anyone new to The Ex-Files, this is the deal: my daughter is getting married in August. I owe her a nice wedding since I’ve been a total Turtle Mom her whole life. My Once Upon a Wedding books are helping to finance her nice, modest, nearly-200 guest wedding (and The Fairy Tale Bride is 99 cents until the end of August for the wedding sale). I’m also finishing The Ex-Files in her honor, because she asked me to (six years ago, when she was in the Peace Corps in Madagascar, but let’s not quibble over time…you know what the Mayans said about 2012). Anyone who needs a refresher can click on the category The Ex-Files on the right sidebar. That will get you to the past chapters.
The Ex-Files Chapter 18
Emily had showed up for Sunday morning bagels without Phil. Again. I didn’t ask because she was in the mood for a fight and I wasn’t. She took one look at the pictures I had spread across the coffee table and said, “Can’t you skip one?”
“If she skipped one, it should have been Henry, not this guy.” Nick seemed a little grumpy this morning. He had slammed down the bagels as if they were a declaration of war instead of a peace offering.