Different Flowers Page #3

I'm not.

Oh god Jesus Christ!

Out, out!

Ta da

What?

You couldn't have worn

these in the wedding?

- Oh you couldn't have

worn these to the wedding?

Hold that.

- Why do you have

a ukulele in there?

- You never know when the

mood's gonna strike, you know?

No.

What are these from your failed

t- shirt for millennial business?

I wouldn't say failed.

You know what?

You know what?

I'm good.

- Dude it's clean.

- It's been in the

back of Albert.

These look like you.

- Look, let's put

your ukulele back.

This thing.

- It's just a

beautiful brassiere,

I don't know what your issue is.

What are you...

Serio... oh my god, you are

the prudest person ever,

you know that?

Okay.

You're super covered now,

I can't see anything.

- Hey.

- Hmm?

What about Mom?

Oh, don't worry.

It's all handled.

(light music)

Come on, you know

what step four is.

- What if I want to

look at them again?

- No, no, you have

to delete it all.

Out with the old,

in with the new.

Yep.

- Did these rules

even work for you?

Because trying them

on for the first time,

I gotta be honest.

I think I may not have

known what I was doing.

Just trust the system.

Alright well...

I'm sure you have a plan.

- We are going to, wait

for it, Grandma's house.

What?

Yeah.

Well come on.

You've always loved

it at the farm.

- No I really haven't,

I'm not a farm girl.

- Well once a farm girl,

always a farm girl.

- Except for I was

never a farm girl.

That was always you out

with Grandma, you know?

Playing with the chickens

and goats and fish, ugh.

I mean is Grandma okay with it?

Of course.

Why, do you have a better idea?

No.

(phone vibrating)

Oh god, it's Mom.

Emma please, I don't want to.

- I can't take it.

- I don't wanna take it.

Please?

No, I'm driving a car.

(clears throat)

Hi Mom.

- [Mom] Where in the

absolute heck are you?

I'm with Emma.

- Okay well that's great

but you gotta get your butt

back upstairs, you've

got a wedding to perform.

- You said that

you handled this.

I did.

I did.

I did, I texted her.

- You texted her?

- Yeah.

You texted her?

- Oh Jesus.

- What?

Oh Jesus.

What?

- Um it didn't go

all the way through.

Emma, are you kidding me?

You are a nincompoop!

Millie, Millie, Millie.

What's going on?

We're all waiting!

I'm so sorry Mom.

Emma and I, we can't... we

can't come back.

I can't marry Charlie.

Calm down, everyone calm down!

Are you alright?

Are you physically alright?

Yeah.

- Then what the heck

is wrong with you?

Is this Emma's idea?

No, no.

Look I'm so sorry Mom, I...

- You can save your

apologies for your prayers,

Mildren Haven.

Have you thought

about this at all?

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