I moved it to the floor so it wouldn’t cover the papers.

A school notice lay half out of the bag.

It requested a library book for Thursday.

I read the notice, put it back, and laughed once in disbelief at how ordinary it was.

There was no wedding now.

There was still Thursday.

At home, I brought the two wedding boxes down from the garage shelf.

There were printed invitations, tissue paper, a seating-plan notebook, and the small folder of menu choices.