At my daughter’s wedding, my son-in-law ordered me…

sweep across the crowd of guests, many of whom I’d known for decades. “I think, ” I said quietly, my voice carrying in the stunned silence.

This reception is over. I turned and walked toward the exit, my leg aching with every step.

Behind me, I could hear Allen’s voice. Higher now, desperate.

Clifford, wait. I didn’t mean that was.

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