THIRTY-THREE
By quarter past eleven, people were gathering on the beach with the intention of grabbing the best possible seat. White plastic chairs were lined up in rows on two sides and were canopied by white umbrellas to shield them from the hot sun. More chairs were set in place than had been originally planned, because the guest list kept expanding, as often happens in weddings.
Angie looked out the bedroom window overlooking the scene. From her vantage point, she watched as her mother waved directions at the workers, no doubt in her best bossing mode. Things were a little more elaborate than she and Brian had planned, thinking the guests could stand through the ceremony. But her mother had insisted and Angie didn’t have the heart to say no. Besides, it wasn’t costing her anything ex
