I turned back to her.
“Do you still want to marry me?”
She began crying in earnest.
“Yes.”
“Even if I need to ask about a hundred questions afterward?”
She laughed through her tears.
“Especially then.”
I leaned forward and kissed her.
The applause started in one corner of the garden, then spread until nearly everyone was standing.
My mother was sobbing. My brother was grinning. My best man wiped his eyes and pretended he had something in them.
And Claire, still wearing my grandfather’s oversized black suit, rested her
