As Evangelina waved her hand in the air mid conversation, Josef saw a glint as the sun streaming through the freshly polished windows struck her wedding ring. He had placed that ring on her finger in the church just down the road, and when they had danced, in this very hall, she had held it up to his eyes and said, ‘You’re mine now. Forever.’
Josef had wept silently then, with joy. The memory of it made him weep silently again.
Perhaps he could blame the suit for what happened that night.
As soon as he had put it on, the day of the wedding, with Evangelina tugging, tucking and clicking her tongue, he had felt that he was not himself. When she had insisted that he view the effect in the long mirror on the back of the bedroom door in her cousin’s home, he had recoiled at what he saw there
