dancing, I found her sitting alone at a table near the edge of the garden.
She had removed the jacket and folded it carefully over the back of her chair.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
She looked up.
“I think so.”
I sat beside her.
“You know you scared me half to death, right?”
“I know.”
“You could have warned me that my wedding was going to include a family mystery.”
She gave me a guilty smile.
“I thought about it.”
“Several times, I hope.”
“More than you can imagine.”
