She crossed her
arms.
“I don’t appreciate being interrogated.”
“You destroyed our wedding invitations.”
“It was an accident.”
“All ninety-six?”
“I don’t know what you’re implying.”
Ryan walked in about twenty minutes earlier than expected.
But before I could say anything else, the front door opened.
Ryan walked in about twenty minutes earlier than expected.
“What happened?”
Mavis answered immediately.
“Tell her she’s overreacting. It was an accident.”
Ryan didn’t move.
I handed him my phone.
“What was?”
She sighed.
“I knocked the invitations into the mop bucket.”
Ryan looked at me.
I handed him my phone.
“Look where they were.”
Then he looked at the dining table.
He studied the picture.
Then he looked at the dining table.
Then at the bucket.
“You’re sure you want to call this a mishap?”
Mavis crossed her arms.
“Because that’s what it was.”
“We’re not replacing them.”
