The wedding went off without a hitch on Saturday morning, thank the universe. It was a chilly, cold day in December but the sun was shining. The whole town seemed to be present, and everyone was smiling.
Sheila looked beautiful, Leonard handsome, the triplets cute and full of mischief, throwing petals on the guests instead of the carpet, and blowing spit balls at each other.
Maury gave a speech at the reception that almost had me in tears. He spoke about how close he and his sister were and all they had gone through, then expressed gratitude to Leonard for taking her off his hands, thank Christ. We all had a good laugh at that, but my heart hurt.
Though Maury and I had continued with our lives as usual after the rehearsal, I could tell he was preoccupied. He hadn’t once brought up getti
