I Waited Until Rehearsal Dinner

me like she wanted to throw a glass.

“I’ll handle my own dinner,” I said to the manager. “Split my meal off. Everything else is theirs.”

He nodded with real gratitude and vanished.

Ben made a choked sound and scrubbed both hands over his face. “Twenty-eight grand. For rehearsal dinner.”

Aunt Linda whispered, “For one meal.”

Mom rounded on Dad. “You said continue reading …