Fifteen Years After My Father Changed the Locks, He Seated Me at Table Twenty-Two

I wrapped my hand around the cup.

“Did she say anything about the invitation?”

Sarah stirred her coffee.

“She said Gerald watches the mail.

That’s why yours came by hand and not from the printer.”

“She told you that.”

“She told me not to use the word wedding in a text.

I thought she was being dramatic.” Sarah tapped the spoon on the rim.