“Hold that tight, Elena,” Raymond said in his short, gravelly voice.

“It’ll stop in a minute.”

“I’m fine, Uncle Raymond,” I said around the folded cloth.

“He’s lost his mind,” Raymond muttered, looking back toward the church doors.

“Punching his own sister in front of twenty relatives.”

Serena walked across the gravel lot in her high heels, her breathy, dramatic exclamations carrying over the idling engines.

She twirled her heavy diamond charm bracelet around her wrist, the large central stones catching the bright midday light.

“Elena drove Julian to hit her!” Serena announced loudly to four horrified cousins standing near the curb.