Lauren told me he’d borrowed a truck rather than ask somebody else to do the work.
“He’s kind, Mom.”
she said.
That mattered to me.
Kindness is more useful in marriage than polished table manners.
What I didn’t know was that Ethan had asked to meet me repeatedly.
Lauren kept postponing.
He accepted her explanations at first.
I was private.
Tired.
Not fond of formal occasions.
Busy volunteering at church.
Then the postponements became stranger.
He noticed that the photographs Lauren kept in her apartment included everyone except me.