My Sister Arrived At My Wedding Wearing A White Bridal Gown

one eye with the side of her thumb and smeared mascara onto her knuckle. My father sat down like his joints had all come loose.

Then the violinist, bless her, picked up the right note.

Pastor Reynolds looked at me. “Clara. Are you ready to continue?”

I looked at the blue scarf on my mother’s empty chair.

I looked at Ethan.

And because life is vulgar enough continue reading …