I put down my fork.
“Not that I know of. Why are you asking?”
She looked at me for a moment.
“I was just curious.”
At the time, I didn’t think much of it.
Now, standing at the altar, I realized that Claire had been trying to tell me something for months.
She had simply been waiting until she understood it herself.
The first person to explain what happened was my mother.
She walked toward us slowly, holding a tissue in one hand. My father remained where he was, his
