Chapter 3I turned into the long drive beside the big house and let the minivan roll to a stop just in front of the garage.
“I’ll get the luggage, babe,” Theo said, and I unlocked the rear passenger door.
“Wills! Wills!” Marti bolted down the steps from the back porch, holding up the voluminous skirts of her gown. By the time she reached me, I was out of the minivan, and she threw herself into my arms. “Happy birthday! Happy anniversary! You have to hurry! You don’t want to be late!”
I caught her up and spun her around, careful not to wrinkle her gown. “Hi, munchkin. You look gorgeous!” Her gown was pink tulle with a sweetheart neckline and cap sleeves—it wasn’t the same gown she’d worn to our wedding last year because she’d grown three inches and it no longer fit, but earlier in the mon
