I Arrived At My Sister’s Wedding And She Tried To Hide Me

said. “I told him a marriage isn’t a centerpiece. If he has to ask that question before the vows, he already knows.”

I took a sip. My hand bumped the rim against my lip.

Down the hall I could hear my mother crying. Not loud. That muffled, furious crying she did when things had happened in the wrong order.

Margaret leaned against the wall.

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