Klempner
At the front of the church, Ryan, wearing his morning suit, shifts from one foot to the other. He stands by another man, enough like him that it’s obvious they’re brothers.
On the second row back, James sits by Michael, Cara sitting between them, theoretically at least. So far as I can see, she’s made a grab for Michael’s buttonhole and is pulling off the petals. Georgie, sitting to the other side of James, wears her usual starched misery expression.
Music strikes up, the organ reverberating from stone arches. Every head turns as Kirstie makes her way down the aisle, accompanied by, I assume, her father. Ryan twists around. His mouth opens and his eyes widen, then he breaks into a beaming smile.
Mitch, holding a blanket-swaddled Vicky in one arm, is teary. The other grips my f
