PART 14

One afternoon Grandma found the original itemized wedding-cake invoice at the bottom of her recipe drawer.

I’d given her a copy on the morning of the wedding so she would know exactly what I’d paid.

She had kept it beneath a faded recipe card for lemon sponge cake.

“Do you want to throw this away?” she asked, holding it out.

I looked at the bold red PAID across the top.