After my dad was discharged from the hospital, I rented a small apartment in the south of the city and moved in with him.
Zoe's companionship agency had pivoted to wedding planning, and she offered me a job as a wedding host.
"You played Mrs. Baxter for 3 whole years and never flubbed a single line," she said. "It'd be such a waste not to put that silver tongue of yours to work as a wedding host."
My first gig was at a tiny local restaurant. The groom was a truck driver, and the bride worked as a supermarket cashier.
When it came time to exchange rings, the groom was so jittery he fumbled the ring, and it hit the floor with a clatter. The whole room burst out laughing.
Red-faced, he scrambled to pick it up, dropped to one knee, and said something that wasn't anywhere on the event scri
