“That sounds nice,” she said. “I know she’s important to you. I want this to go well.”
I almost told her not to go. I should have.
The thing about Karen was that she and her sisters had money, but they treated it like a weapon. During wedding planning, I’d watched them turn every expense into a moral issue. They kept score over everything. They acted generous right up until generosity cost them something.
The second I heard her voice, I stood up.
I told myself I was being cynical.
The dinner was supposed to start at seven.
At nearly 12 p.m., my phone rang.
It was my mom.
The second I heard her voice, I stood up.
“Honey?”
She sounded strained.
“Mom, what happened?”
She sounded strained. Embarrassed. Like she was trying not to let anyone nearby hear her.
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