‘We’re going to be incredibly well behaved, Damion.’
The butterflies’ wings began to beat wildly, as if trapped against my ribcage. I began to speak, but he interrupted me.
‘Look, we’ll just do whatever it takes to make it fun,’ he said.
Fun. Like going to an ex’s wedding could ever be less painful than root canal surgery. But it was Heather’s choice. Heather’s day. I took a breath, trying to pull myself together.
‘One exception,’ I said, adjusting the wrap around my shoulders for the fourteenth time.
‘What?’
‘You’re not to do the Christy Brown. If you do the Christy Brown I Heather drive home and leave you stuck here with the pointy-heads.’
As Heather turned and began making his way towards the church, I thought I heard him murmur, ‘Spoilsport.’
We sat through the ceremony without
