Betty hurried along with the crowd, swerving occasionally to avoid oncoming pedestrians. She was blissfully unaware of the devastating consequences of the collision she had inadvertently caused, and was intent only on acquiring a new outfit for the shin-dig arranged for this coming Saturday. The wedding party of her sister Phouke, to Ewan Meie, had been arranged months before, and Betty berated herself for leaving shopping ‘til two days before the event.
Still, since her future brother-in-law’s sister Soo had mysteriously passed away in a traffic accident, most of the wedding preparations had been put on hold while that mess was sorted out. Everything was now moving swiftly towards a climax, with the only thing left to chance being the weather.
Bright colours in a store window stopped Betty in her tracks. In fact, so abruptly did she stop, that the rushing crowd around Betty couldn’t fail to jostle her a couple of metres past the window display that had caught her eye in the first place. Fighting against the flow, Betty was finally standing against the store window, eyeing the fabric draped alluringly across the armless plaster torsos which made up the advertising display.
“Maybe it’s not so bad leaving it to the last minute,” she thought, “I’d have missed this lot had I shopped last month.”
It wasn’t just the crisp, clean lines, style variations and vibrant colours that called her into the store. The legend ‘THE SOO MEIE COLLECTION’ brought her closer to home than all of that. It now seemed appropriate that Betty attend Phouke’s wedding wearing a ‘Soo Meie’ dress. But it was a shame about her sister’s new name. It was so unfortunate that after her marriage, she would become Phouke Meie!
Almost an hour later, Betty left the store with her Soo Meie dress folded carefully into the bottom of a carrier bag. And, it hadn’t cost as much as she thought it would. ‘Designer’ clothes were expensive. How on Earth could High Street stores sell designer gear so cheaply? Her thoughts lingered on the query for a moment longer, eventually pushing it into the furthest recesses of her brain, to be forgotten forever. Betty really didn’t give a damn how or why. The change in her purse was truly all she was interested in!
Alternative Ending #2: Soo Meie Lives On
Betty hurried along with the crowd, swerving occasionally to avoid oncoming pedestrians. She was blissfully unaware of the devastating consequences of the collision she had inadvertently caused, and was intent only on acquiring a new outfit for the shin-dig arranged for this coming Saturday. The wedding party of her sister Phouke, to Ewan Meie, had been arranged months before, and Betty berated herself for leaving shopping ‘til two days before the event.
Still, since her future brother-in-law’s sister Soo had mysteriously passed away in a traffic accident, most of the wedding preparations had been put on hold while that mess was sorted out. Everything was now moving swiftly towards a climax, with the only thing left to chance being the weather.
Bright colours in a store window stopped Betty in her tracks. In fact, so abruptly did she stop, that the rushing crowd around Betty couldn’t fail to jostle her a couple of metres past the window display that had caught her eye in the first place. Fighting against the flow, Betty was finally standing against the store window, eyeing the fabric draped alluringly across the armless plaster torsos which made up the advertising display.
“Maybe it’s not so bad leaving it to the last minute,” she thought, “I’d have missed this lot had I shopped last month.”
It wasn’t just the crisp, clean lines, style variations and vibrant colours that called her into the store. The legend ‘THE SOO MEIE COLLECTION’ brought her closer to home than all of that. It now seemed appropriate that Betty attend Phouke’s wedding wearing a ‘Soo Meie’ dress. But it was a shame about her sister’s new name. It was so unfortunate that after her marriage, she would become Phouke Meie!
Almost an hour later, Betty left the store with her Soo Meie dress folded carefully into the bottom of a carrier bag. And, it hadn’t cost as much as she thought it would. ‘Designer’ clothes were expensive. How on Earth could High Street stores sell designer gear so cheaply? Her thoughts lingered on the query for a moment longer, eventually pushing it into the furthest recesses of her brain, to be forgotten forever. Betty really didn’t give a damn how or why. The change in her purse was truly all she was interested in!
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