Fifteen
I’ve Got The World On A String
I’m right about it being a very good year. The next day we get married without a hitch. Naima, Zahir, and Holt show up to the courthouse at the appointed time. None of them are shamefaced or even apologetic, but they keep their f*****g mouths shut about my marriage. No last-minute interventions. No call outs during the short ceremony in front of some judge, none of us have ever met before. Holt even manages a toast at the Benton Grand Manhattan reception.
Amber loves it. Not because it’s particularly moving—it’s not. It does, however, give her a touchstone for total insincerity. Holt’s wedding toast becomes her new version of sarcasm. Whenever she disagrees with me, she says, “Yes, you’re totally right.” Then raises her invisible glass to say in a
