Chapter 3
Dark rain lashed the glass, and the wind rattled the windows. “There’s a storm rolling in,” Ingrid said, lighting a large white candle.
We sat around Elsie’s kitchen table, looking over the final details of the wedding. Everything was coming together. It would be a church wedding, followed by a small reception—sixty-seven guests were expected—and Dayton and Elsie would spend a weekend at Le Chateau Montebello.
This was it. Come Sunday, my sister would be a married woman. “Oh, there she is,” Elsie said, jumping out of her chair at the doorbell. Yes, here she was.
Eileen.
My sister had thought it was a good idea to invite her for our “girls’ night,” she’d teased me. “You two never really got to know each other,” she’d said that morning. “Eileen’s actually really nice.”
Eileen
