Chapter 2: The History of Men
Cabella Hall
7:51 P.M.
Just for the record, we didn’t take the time to mess around just then. Too many guests were waiting for us to return from the bathroom. We made our way to the head table and kissed in front of the twenty-seven guests as they clinked their stainless-steel spoons on their glasses, goading us to show our affection publicly.
And the beef brisket dinner was spectacular: tasty, tender enough for just a fork, and beautifully presented. The double-whipped, cheesy mashed potatoes were a crowd pleaser; farm-fresh buttered vegetables (corn, peas, and carrots) came in second place; and the warm rolls were were slathered in homemade butter from Franklin Ranch, a stone’s throw from Glock Ranch. For dessert, the linen-draped table—which seemed half
