Thought I Wanted
Allison’s wedding was lovely precisely because it made no effort to impress. Old wood and flowers scented the church. Her daughters wept before she did, her fiancé forgot a line of his vows, and the two of them laughed together. Aunt Ruth cried throughout, then firmly denied it.
By 5:30 we were back at the hotel. White tablecloths, simple eucalyptus-and-cream-rose arrangements, a local DJ, and a dinner of chicken, pasta, vegetables, and rolls suited Allison perfectly. I shared a table with Michael, Ruth, two Indiana cousins,
