NineteenMichael snaps on his black bow tie and buttons his tux jacket, but then decides to leave it open, exposing the satin cummerbund. He smoothes back his thick dark hair but as usual it has a mind of its own.
“Michael, are you about ready? We'll be late,” Celia calls from her room.
“Ready as I'll ever be.”
Celia peeks in. “It's the first time I've had to hurry a man along. Usually, I'm the one who gets the impatient looks.”
“I'm ready. I promise.” Michael starts to leave, then remembers something. “My wallet. Be right down.”
Michael opens his overnighter and moves a few things around. His hand moves absently over the picture of Dominique to find his forgotten item. He realizes he should unpack, but decides to do it later.
“Michael,” Celia calls from the living room. “The cab is h
