Anders and I sit on the bench at the table of our house for a while. We hold hands and smile at each other. At one point I lean my head on his shoulder and realize that it’s the most comfortable I think I have ever been
I hear voices and Anders stands, opening the door to look out. He looks confused, but when he begins to smile, I join him at the door. He places his arm around me as we stand there, watching people walk down the path to our home. Catherine is leading the way with a woman I don’t know, but I assume she is the one to perform the wedding. Behind her though are Helga and Astrid, Inga and a few other widows, and then Olga and what seems to be her entire family.
They reach the house and Olga and a few women push past us carrying pots that I realize are full of food. They
