The year John and I got married, we had the wedding in Lincoln.
By then, my parents' restaurant had a new sign.
Arthur was in a suit, so nervous he was stiff and completely out of step. Wendy was laughing and crying at the same time, her makeup completely ruined.
Mr. and Mrs. Jones came too. Mrs. Jones hugged me, sobbing so hard she couldn't speak. "Tara, I'm just so happy."
I wiped her tears away. "Mrs. Jones, don't cry, or the pictures today won't turn out good."
She laughed through her tears.
Andrew arrived very late. He had lost a lot of weight, dressed all in black, and was so quiet it didn't even feel like him.
He said, "Happy wedding."
I took it. "Thanks."
He looked at John. "Take good care of her."
John held my hand. "I will."
Andrew smiled. "Good."
Halfway through the
