At My Daughter’s Wedding, My Husband Gave His Mistress My Seat and Told Me to Sit in the Back—Then the Groom’s Father Walked Past Him and Said, “Laura, I’ve Finally Found You”
Charles and his wife.
Florence from the fabric shop.
Clara, who had become a friend after years of helping with Gertrude.
Near the window stood an upholstered chair.
Navy velvet.
A small brass plate beneath it.
Penelope had ordered the plate as a joke.
It read: