I Put One Envelope Beside the Father of the Bride

homework at the kitchen table with one sock on. At twenty-two, hugging me so hard after graduation my cheap necklace snapped.

Then I remembered him saying nothing while a room laughed.

Love doesn’t erase math.

I said, “You knew enough.”

He swallowed.

Caroline, still standing, turned to him at last. “Did you know he wrote that about your mother?”

“No.”

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