The day before the wedding, they arrived. My siblings were welcome to stay at our apartment, and our parents would have been, too, if we had had the room. However, Caleb’s parents, my parents, and my aunts all got rooms at a local hotel. That meant wherever Caleb’s and my parents went, my aunts tagged along. My Uncle Tim stuck by Aunt Marie, but was nowhere near as chatty. After an affable introduction to Caleb’s parents, Marie dragged on for what seemed like half an hour about her new car and the nice salesman who sold it to her. Her favorite feature was the digital radio that let her “filter out all that junk music they play on regular radio.”
“Speaking of music,” Caleb’s father interjected, “is your friend still going to DJ the reception?”
“Yes, and he’s very excited for it,” I said.
