My Mother-in-Law Sat Me by the Service Door

cheek.

“Everything looks beautiful.”

“It should.”

She smiled.

“I’ve worked on this for months.”

Her finger slid down the seating chart.

“I’ve placed you at Table Twelve.”

I followed her hand.

Table Twelve sat against the far wall beside the service entrance.

Far enough from the stage that cameras would almost certainly ignore it.

Far enough from the major donors continue reading …