“I didn’t mean anything.”
Ryan
put his glass down.
“You knew exactly what you meant.”
“I’m only saying my side of the family is larger.”
Mavis stared at him for several seconds.
Ryan pushed the list back toward her.
“No more additions. This is our wedding.”
Mavis stared at him for several seconds.
Then she smiled.
It was a strange smile.
It truly looked vindictive.
Frank said nothing else, but he didn’t look at her.
“Of course.”
She folded the list.
“I understand.”
Frank said nothing else, but he didn’t look at her.
A week later, I finally finished the invitations.
All ninety-six.
I stacked them neatly in the exact middle of our dining table.
I had spent three evenings checking addresses, sticking on labels, fixing mistakes, and putting stamps on envelopes until my fingers hurt.
When the last one was done, I stacked them neatly in the exact middle of our dining table.
