sitting beside her, who happened to be Jessica’s college roommate.
By 1:45, most guests knew.
Then somebody repeated Jessica’s line from the bridesmaid chat.
She can take her charity back. I don’t need it.
The words spread through the backyard.
People looked around at plastic chairs.
Costco flowers.
The Bluetooth speaker crackling through a love song.
Potluck casseroles.
Crockpots.
Supermarket pinwheels.
She can take her charity back.
Every folding chair around them demonstrated exactly how much Jessica had depended on that “charity.”
The ceremony still happened at two.
Short.
