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The wedding was flawless. Credit Sloane for that. The groom’s daughter and her husband lived in a huge new house in Danville, surrounded by millionaire athletes and successful investors. The garden was filled with early-blooming roses (or maybe they’d been imported for the day). A rose-covered arbor had been decorated for the wedding party to stand beneath during the ceremony.
The groom’s best man was his son. Mother had asked Lindsey to give her away. “Isn’t it a funny custom, Hobo, you’d think men owned women. How can anybody give someone else away?”
But he said he’d be happy to do it, if that was what she wanted.
The whole Coffman family were present, and Mrs. Hernandez, Mother’s onetime baby-sitter from the bad days when she’d wandered the corridors of time searching forlor
