He shrugged. “Claire, I’m a divorced man. We become anthropologists.”
I smiled as Ben emerged from the reception, looking for us.
“There you are.”
He embraced Michael. “Uncle Mike.”
“Finally. Someone respects me.”
“You told me you used to put ice cubes down Mom’s shirt.”
“That was education.”
Ben rolled his eyes, then saw his father at the bar.
“Dad’s here?”
“Apparently.”
“With her?”
“Yes.”
“He knew this wedding was here?”
“I believe so.”
Ben sighed. “That’s weird.”
“Yes.”
Daniel saw Ben and came over, leaving Rachel behind.
“Hey.”
“Dad.”
