The Wedding Party. Robyn Carr

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      “You’re involved,” he said. It was not a question, and it reeked of disappointment.

      “Ray, I’m pretty sure we wouldn’t be right for each other.” She stopped at the glass revolving door.

      “I’m mature for my age.”

      “Me too,” she said.

      “I get done here at about ten. You should be finished working out by then.”

      “Good night, Ray,” she said. She took her bag and briefcase from him and went through the revolving doors.

      He followed her. “I’m going to change clothes, drive over to the Plum Tree—they have good Chinese and a nice, quiet little bar. Very cozy neighborhood place. Not too loud.”

      “I’m going to work out, then I’m going home,” she said, heading for the parking lot. “To tuck in my dog and walk my father.”

      “Oh man, you’re making it very tough, Ms. London,” he said from the glass doors. “I don’t know how to compete with a dog and a father. Play fair.”

      She threw her head back and laughed again. “You are very flattering. Have a nice evening.”

      “You’re breaking my heart!”

      She shook her head. Nice joke, she thought. The kid doesn’t know from broken hearts. She unlocked her car, threw all her stuff in ahead of her and got in. She turned on the engine and the lights, then looked one more time toward the office building. He stood there, watching her go. Tall, handsome, young. Young. As she pulled out of the lot, the face in the rearview mirror grinned stupidly back at her. “Oh, for God’s sake!” she snapped at herself. “Don’t even think about it!”

      

      Dennis could hear the commotion of happy family life as he stood at the front door of his sister Gwen’s house. He didn’t hurry to ring the bell, just listened for a moment. Gwen was forty now and had had her children in her thirties—Richie, when she was thirty-one and Jessica, when she was thirty-three. They were at a great age right now—lots of fun and not much work. They didn’t have to be bathed anymore, and they were too young to drive. But this was not a quiet or calm age. He could hear the choppy piano practice in which Jessica was engaged and a steady thumping coming from somewhere inside the house.

      “Richie! That basketball is for outside!”

      The steady thumping would be his nephew, bouncing the ball against a wall.

      “I’m keeping time for Jessica,” he yelled.

      A living-room wall.

      He rang the bell. The door was opened by the kids, who immediately shrieked in happy surprise and threw themselves on him. He lifted them both, looping an arm around each skinny waist and balancing their wiry bodies against his hips, then carried them through the foyer, past the living room, to find his sister in the kitchen.

      “Well, look at this. Your uncle Dennis is psychic. He knew I needed a break from you ungrateful monsters.”

      “I eat monstrous children for breakfast,” he said in his growling voice and gave them a powerful shake that sent their limbs flailing.

      “Take them away for a while and I’ll make it worth your efforts,” she said.

      He growled again and carried them upstairs, knowing he wouldn’t get a single peaceful word of conversation with Gwen until he’d given them some quality time. An hour later, the kids clean and tucked in their beds, Dennis migrated back to Gwen’s kitchen, lured by the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. She brushed a strand of hair out of her tired eyes and slapped a box of Girl Scout cookies onto the kitchen table between two cups.

      “Where’s Dick?” Dennis asked.

      “In New York, on business,” she said. “The dick,” she whispered, making her brother laugh.

      “Had enough mommying for one day?” he asked, sitting down behind one of the cups while she poured.

      “You’re the guardian for those two, right? Because I might not live to see the end of this job. God, they should bottle that energy.” She filled the second cup. “Charlene working?”

      He sipped. “Mmm, good. Yeah, she has a meeting.” Gwen yawned. “Am I keeping you up?” he asked.

      “God, I’m sorry, Denny. I had to work at the school today, plus I took Dick’s turn at Jessica’s soccer practice, and then there was this Brownie meeting about the cookies. You know, THE cookies,” she said, smacking the box till it fell over. “The effing cookies,” she added, again whispering.

      “Won’t you be glad when they get a little older and you can swear again?”

      “Jesus, you don’t know the half. How’s your life?”

      “I’m getting married.”

      Her mouth fell open and she was momentarily speechless. “You’re getting what?” she asked when she recovered from the shock.

      “Married,” he said again.

      He sipped again from his cup while she studied his passive face.

      She had wondered if this day would ever come again for her brother. She didn’t want him to be alone. Even though he had her, Dick and the kids, it was not the same as a spouse, a partner. When he’d started dating Charlene, she’d grown excited. Hopeful. But five years had passed in relative sameness, and while they were obviously very close, nothing like marriage—or even living together—ever materialized.

      Gwen put her elbow on the table and held up her head with her hand, staring at him while he sipped his coffee. Is this what happened when you were almost fifty and getting married? Matter-of-fact? Is it just another chore? Like deciding to update the will or go see the tax attorney?

      She lifted one skeptical eyebrow. “You look ecstatic,” she said doubtfully.

      “It seems like the thing to do, don’t you think?” he asked.

      “It’s not a colonoscopy, Denny. You’re getting married!”

      “I really am happy about it. It’s just that…there’s something I hadn’t accounted for.”

      “Lay it on me,” she said, slowly testing her own cup of hot coffee.

      “I was completely unprepared for how this would bring back memories of Sarah.” Gwen stopped sipping and gave Dennis her full and, for once, unsarcastic attention. She slowly lowered her cup to the saucer. “Even though I asked Charlene if she wanted to get married two, probably three years ago, it never occurred to me that in saying yes she would unleash so many memories for me.”

      “Good ones?” Gwen asked. “Bad ones?”

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