They Hid Me Behind A Pillar At My Brother’s Wedding

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My father stood.

“No one needs this today.”

“No,” General Harland said. “You needed it thirty years ago.”

The room made tiny noises. Glass settling. Someone coughing wrong. A child near the dessert table asking for cake and being hushed by a woman in peach satin.

I sat there with my napkin folded on my lap.

My palms had gone damp.

I hated that.

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