I Put One Envelope Beside the Father of the Bride

told me plenty.

I kept my hands folded in front of me. “Go on, Preston. Since we’re all sharing family values.”

A few people near the front table stopped pretending not to listen.

The room had changed. Five minutes earlier they had been rich guests at a rich wedding enjoying the rich sport of laughing at the plain mother from the wrong zip code. Now they continue reading …