We wanted food we loved without the fuss of cleaning afterward.
It felt like us.
We wanted food we loved.
***
Caroline hugged me when she arrived.
“This feels exactly like you two.”
Martha gave a tight smile.
“I still think they should’ve chosen somewhere more appropriate.”
Caroline frowned.
“I don’t.”
“This feels exactly like you two.”
Martha noticed.
So did I.
***
Later, I found Martha needling my father.
“This must all feel rather different for your family.”
I stepped between them.
“Dad. Please. Let her walk away.”
Martha noticed.
Martha did.
Dad lowered his voice.
“You keep protecting people from the consequences of what they say to you.”
“I just want one peaceful night.”
“I know.”
I watched Martha cross the room.
“I just want one peaceful night.”
“I thought ignoring her was how I got one.”
Dad shook his head.
“No. You’re taking responsibility for her behavior. There’s a difference.”
***
A few minutes later, I passed Martha and Caroline near the bar.
“Lydia would’ve organized this differently,” Martha said.
“You’re taking responsibility for her behavior.”
Caroline frowned.
“Why are you talking about my daughter?”
“You know I’ve always thought she and Nick would’ve suited each other.”
“Maybe years ago. But Nick loves Jillian. Leave Lydia out of it.”
