My Father Smirked and Told the Wedding Guests

here. Not tonight.”

I nodded.

“Thank you, sir.”

He watched my parents across the room for a second. “Some people can only measure service if they can clap for it.”

That one I kept.

Later, after cake, after the first dance got re-done because the photographer begged for a second shot without half the family looking embalmed, my father came near me by the continue reading …