Ruth Brandt — The Suitcase on the Porch
Sloane closed her eyes.
She looked wounded, but she didn’t argue.
“I think we do.”
There was no dramatic crash of a wedding cake or a speech delivered into a microphone.
The coordinator made telephone calls.
Guests were informed that the ceremony would not take place as planned.
A family celebration became a small private gathering for those who were already there.
The expensive flowers stayed where they were.