My Father Pushed Me Into a Fountain at My Sister’s Wedding—Then He Met the Husband I’d Kept Private for Three Years

I would decide whether and how to answer.

Neither my mother nor my sister had to become his messenger or my investigator.

That boundary did not require everyone to stop speaking to him.

It required them to stop deciding what I had said without asking me.

Elaine came by briefly later that morning, at a time we had agreed on.

She brought something she said I had left at the venue.

It was an ordinary small item, returned directly rather than carried through a story about who was upset and what Graham thought I should do next.