Chapter 4
We’d gathered in the very church where Elsie and I had been baptized thirty years ago.
I sat in the front row with my aunt Viv and her new husband. Vassilios sat by me, fumbling with the prayer booklet. “Do you have a mint or something?” he asked, stuffing the booklet back in its proper place.
I gave him a Tic-Tac and looked around the church. It was a beautiful little Gothic church in the Polish district. I never understood why we’d been baptized here, but that was another one of my mother’s mysteries. “It should start any time now.” I kept looking around, but didn’t allow my eyes to focus on any detail or face in particular.
I wasn’t ready to see him. Not just yet.
“Wow, the groom looks like he might pass out.”
I looked up and saw Dayton standing stiff as a statue. Dali w
