Diane said, “Megan called from the reception hall.

Kyle’s mother took the leftover cake home in a shoebox.”

“In a shoebox,” I said.

“She said it was the only thing she could find with a lid.”

We sat and watched the canoe drift out of view.

The sky over the water faded from gold to a dull rose.

Diane put down her mug.

“Ray paid the check.