The Envelope My Father Handed Me At My Sister’s Wedding

what to do with crying.

She looked furious. Pale under the makeup, but furious.

“You knew,” she said.

“Yes.”

“You let this happen.”

I laughed once. Couldn’t help it.

“You signed as witness.”

“I didn’t read every page.”

“That’s not a defense adults get.”

Her chin lifted. Same Arden trick, smaller version. “Mom wrote that about me? Lazy in a silk dress?”

I almost continue reading …