I Let My Mother Think She’d Secured My Sister’s Wedding

She climbed into the truck and immediately asked, “Did Grandma call?”

“Not me. Kelsey did.”

Emma stared at the windshield. “Did she say sorry?”

“Nope.”

She made a face like she’d tasted aspirin.

We sat in the school pickup lane while a crossing guard in an orange vest barked at parents to move forward. Kids streamed around us carrying trombone cases and continue reading …