Housewife Dreams.

I’m at RS’s wedding in a really shabby church basement or something. They ask for the best man and I step forward and walk RS to her spot at the front. I get miffed that she isn’t wearing a dress I made for her. Then the ceremony’s over and I’m with my mom and everyone is eating the desserts that I made. Apple pie and apple cobbler. My mom and I meander about and end up at the back of a line that goes into the kitchen. We hear that RS is about to give birth. We advance in line and I see a table with some leftover desserts and pick up one of the cobblers and start eating it. I’m standing next to a long table and with an industrial stovetop like in the back of restaurants. On the other side of the table is RS’s new husband. He’s tall and either a blonde or ginger. RS appears (she doesn’t look pregnant) and she’s wearing a navy dress and tells her husband that I made the desserts and he thanks me. RS explains that she couldn’t wear the dress I made her because she’s pregnant. I drop my plate and apple juice leaks all over the floor. I take a rag and start cleaning it up and old ladies help me out by telling me where to wring out the rag.