A local officiant Gail had managed to find that morning.
Jessica walked over a strip of white fabric laid across the grass, carrying hydrangeas with Costco cellophane still wrapped around the stems.
Diane walked beside her with her chin high, refusing to meet anyone’s eyes.
They said the vows.
Brandon wore his usual wide, polished smile—the one designed for an audience.
Jessica’s voice cracked twice.
She made it through.
Then came what passed for the reception.
A friend of Brandon’s brought a pop-up canopy.
Gail’s caterer produced sandwich platters and
