I consider using my driver, but decide I don't want anyone else looking at Alice today. It's been awhile since I've taken my Volvo XC90 for a ride, anyway, and I like the look on Alice's brother's face when I pull up at the Peterson house. “Nice ride, Stag," he says.
“Safest car on the road," I tell him, reaching behind the driver seat to grab the flowers I got for Alice.
“I know that, asshole," he says. I shrug, straighten my collar, and adjust the flowers. Her brother nods, approving, and steps aside as I walk toward the door. I'm about to knock when he grins and shouts through the open porch window.
“Yo, Alice! Your date is here!"
I feel very much like I'm picking up a prom date when I see Alice's nephews scramble into the living room and press their faces against the picture
