I laughed.
Then looked toward the kitchen.
Next Sunday, my daughter and her husband would sit at the same table where she’d once told me I was too embarrassing to attend her wedding.
That would not erase what happened.
It would give us another memory.
And for now, I was willing to see what we could make of it.
EPILOGUE — THE PHOTO THAT STAYED IN THE ALBUM
Sunday dinner was not magical.
I wish people understood how comforting that can be.
Lauren arrived fifteen minutes early.
Ethan brought flowers.
Not an expensive arrangement.
Just yellow chrysanthemums from a grocery store.
He put them in a vase while I finished cooking.