On Second Thought. Kristan Higgins

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      Uh-oh. I felt a case of the giggles coming on.

      Nathan squeezed me a little closer. “Is my wife’s glass empty? Uh-oh. I better fix that.”

      “Yes indeed,” I said, handing him the glass. He went off to the back, where the makeshift bar was set up.

      Eric paused and looked meaningfully at my sister. “And last on the list, but first in my heart, of course, is someone very special I need to thank. Someone who stood by me every minute, who kept my spirits up when I stared down Death, when I was too weak to lift my head.”

      Laying it on a little thick, Eric? I chastised myself for the unkind thought.

      He summoned Ainsley to his side.

      It was about damn time Eric proposed. I mean, clearly, this was the proposal, finally. The fact that it was taking place in front of a collage of himself and himself alone bothered me, but it wasn’t surprising. Ainsley had always been something of a groupie where Eric was concerned.

      To each her own. Ainsley was glowing as she made her way to Eric, and that was what I should focus on. I adjusted my lens subtly, hoping to catch the moment.

      “Everyone, raise your glass to Ainsley,” Eric said.

      Nathan was still waiting at the makeshift bar. He’d have to hurry so I could toast my sister. I’d sucked down that first glass fast to help me deal with that damn collage. There was a picture of his scrotum, pre-and post-op, with a little infomercial text underneath it. A quick wine buzz had been required. Even now, the scrotal sac photo seemed to beg me to look at it.

      Behind me, I heard my mother sigh. She had a very distinct sigh, years of practice. Dad wasn’t here; he was calling a game somewhere out West. A shame. Ainsley, product of the wife he truly loved, was his favorite.

      Eric took my sister’s hand. “Babe, I couldn’t ask for a better woman in life. Ever since we met, I knew you were special, but my cancer journey has shown me that you’re not just special...you’re extraordinary.”

      Did the word cancer have to be in every other sentence? Still, Ainsley’s chest was hitching; I could imagine how hard it was for her not to cry; she could cry at Antiques Roadshow. She bit her lip and smiled, her mouth wobbling a little. Sweet kid. Well, she was thirty-two. Sometimes I forgot, since she seemed so...naive.

      Eric gazed out at the crowd. “Everyone, a toast to the woman who is not only kind and generous and strong and beautiful, but also...” He reached into his pocket, and I raised my camera. “But also the woman I want to spend the rest of—”

      There was a little cry of surprise from behind me, and out of the corner of my eye, I caught a movement.

      Nathan.

      He tripped. That was embarrassing, right at the big moment.

      It was just a flash of a second. Wine sloshed over the rim of the glass Nathan was carrying. A woman jerked as it splashed on her back. Nathan stumbled, and someone stepped neatly out of his way, and he fell.

      There was a thunk, and I couldn’t see my husband anymore.

      A ripple of laughter rolled through the crowd. “Someone’s cut off,” a Wall Streeter said.

      “Shame to waste good wine.”

      “Make sure he pays for that!”

      My camera was still pointed at Ainsley. I looked at her, and she wasn’t smiling anymore.

      Her face was white.

      Her boss, Jonathan, knelt down where Nathan had fallen.

      I felt my heart roll. Get up, Nathan. Get up.

      “Call 911,” Jonathan barked, and then my camera hit my side as it fell from my fingers, the strap yanking against my neck.

      Nathan was lying facedown.

      Wait.

      He’d only tripped. He wasn’t a drama queen, not like Eric.

      But he was just lying there.

      A seizure?

      Ollie the dog barked.

      “Honey?” I said, but my voice was thin and weak. My wobbly legs carried me closer.

      Jonathan rolled Nathan over, pressed his fingers against his throat.

      Was he checking for a pulse? Why? Nathan just tripped, that was all. Big deal. Maybe his legs were a little weak because, yes, we’d done it against the wall not more than two hours ago, and it wasn’t as easy as it looked on TV.

      Jonathan started CPR.

      Oh, Jesus. Jesus, Jesus, this couldn’t be happening. This had to be a mistake. I’d never seen anyone do compressions before. It looked painful. Would Nathan’s ribs be okay? Should Jonathan ease off a little? “Honey?” I said. I was on the floor all of a sudden, on my knees. Please. Please. Please.

      Nathan’s eyes were only open a slit. “Nathan?” I whispered.

      “Help him,” someone said. “Call 911.” But that had already been said. 911 had already been called.

      I could smell chardonnay.

      “Help him!” my mother barked. “Somebody, breathe for him!” And somebody did, one of the frat brothers, the one who made the left nut joke.

      Someone was saying “Nathan? Nathan?” in a high, hysterical keen, and I was pretty sure it was me. The dog was still barking. Then my sister’s arms were around my shoulders, and she was telling people to step back, make room, get a blanket.

      But a blanket wouldn’t help him.

      Nathan was dead.

Chapter Four

      Ainsley

      I’d never seen anyone die before. Cross that off my bucket list. Not that it was ever on it, God!

      I watched Nathan go from smiling to startled to dead. Just like that. My Spidey-senses had been going crazy, soaking in the happiest moment of my life.

      There was the tag on Rachelle’s dress. Jonathan’s face of constipation. Nathan, carrying Kate’s glass of wine.

      Then he tripped on Rob’s foot. It wasn’t Rob’s fault; it was crowded in here. The wine sloshed over the rim and sloshed down Beth’s back, making her yelp, and Frank turned. If Frank hadn’t turned, Nathan would’ve hit him, but he did turn, and Nathan fell forward, nothing to stop him.

      His head hit the edge of the granite counter with a soft thunk, and his eyes widened, and just like that, he was dead.

      I knew it before it was pronounced. I knew CPR wouldn’t work.

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