“It's not your fault,” Anna said. “I was way too harsh.”
“No harsher than I deserved,” he muttered. “Your sister would very much like it if you would come to the wedding.”
“Tell her I'll be there,” Anna said. “And I promise to keep my political opinions to myself.” That seemed to ease some of her father's tension, though he was diplomatic enough not to show it. He went on about the logistics of where they would meet, how they would get there, pictures, greetings and the usual fare that went with such events. Suddenly, an idea occurred to Anna. “Hey, Dad…Can I bring a date?”
When Anna stepped out onto a balcony that overlooked the practice field, she found Jack standing with his back turned, hunched over with hands on the railing. He seemed to be fascinated by something below.
When she
