For the Last Time by A.R. Moler“Will you stand still?” Kari reprimanded her father. “I’m trying to get the boutonniere pinned on and if you keep fidgeting you’re gonna get impaled by the stupidly long pin.” She had the flower in one hand and was attempting to attach it to his lapel.
Scott Hedrich looked down at his nineteen-year-old daughter. She had her mother’s light brown hair but his blue eyes. Today she wore a cocktail length lavender gown for the wedding. “I guess it wouldn’t do to bleed all over my suit. Mark would have a cow.”
“Yes, he would. Where did he go? This thing is supposed to happen in less than half an hour.”
“Chances are he’s pacing outside in the garden wishing he had a cigarette.” Scott glanced toward the window of the historic bed and breakfast where they’d agreed
