“Go home, sweetheart.
You’ve got a wedding to finish planning.”
She left twenty minutes later.
The tea had gone cold.
Ruth came over after Lauren drove away.
She found me standing at the sink holding the blue mug.
“What happened?”
I told her.
For once, Ruth didn’t interrupt.
When I finished, she pulled out a chair and sat beside me.
“What are you going to do?”
I stared at the mug.
“Nothing.”
She looked at me.