My Father Pushed Me Into a Fountain at My Sister’s Wedding—Then He Met the Husband I’d Kept Private for Three Years
He straightened his other cuff.
“Then come back and act like an adult.”
I went through the side corridor, leaving wet footprints behind me.
The restroom was empty except for Elaine.
My mother stood beside the counter holding the cream shawl I had brought for the evening, still neatly folded.
She looked at my dress.
“Oh, Clara.”
“Please give me the black one.”