I Put One Envelope Beside the Father of the Bride

approaching a dog that might bite.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

The room heard him.

I wish I could tell you that fixed something.

It didn’t.

He tried again. “I’m sorry I sat there. I’m sorry I let that happen.”

I believed him. That’s the ugly part. I believed he was sorry right then, in the middle of the wreckage, because shame had finally done what love apparently continue reading …