Wedding Relations

Other family members practiced their snipings the next day when I hosted a brunch at my house for forty relatives. In front of an uncomprehending group of the Mexican relatives, Carroll shouted at sister Lorraine, also from Winnipeg, ”You drove off last night and didn’t even give us a ride! All anyone cared about was that bride in her pretty dress.” Later I heard Lorraine mumble, “Brother Frank was guiding Claire to the car with his arm around her last night. Why, of all people, did she need help, even if she is his girlfriend?”

So much for miracles.

The trouble was that these family members brought their original selves. They’ve crossed over – gone, in my mind, from anxiously expected to dearly departed.