He Tried to Humiliate Me at the Wedding Table

to her. I couldn’t hear it.

She didn’t answer.

They swayed to some forgettable love song with piano all over it. Vivian cried neatly into a folded tissue. Hartley stood beside the dance floor with the check in his pocket and looked like a man calculating fallout in several directions at once.

My sister Darlene sidled up to me.

“Jan,” she said under her continue reading …