Gabriel took in his wife, laughing and talking in the kitchen with a side of the family he didn’t know. Wives and husbands, kids… He couldn’t remember their names as he stood in the living room, taking in the photo above the fireplace and seeing the same faces that were now there in the modest house, filling it to capacity.
Even after shaking hands and meeting some of the family he didn’t know or understand, he was having trouble keeping everyone straight. They were strangers, and he sensed how on edge everyone was—nervous but excited, too.
“Here you go. You did say no beer, right?” said Melinda. She looked so much like the image of Nancy in the photo above the fireplace.
Gabriel took the glass of punch, pink and lemony, which he wouldn’t normally have had. The dining room credenza was
