My Father Smirked and Told the Wedding Guests

one beat.

“Not like this.”

I looked around at two hundred people trying not to watch us.

“Okay,” I said. “Outside.”

What my sister knew that I didn’t

The side courtyard smelled like wet brick and gardenias. Charleston in late April gets sticky the second the sun quits pretending.

Emily stood under a string of lights and pulled at a loose thread on her napkin.continue reading …