Julia

Vicki eyed me up and down as we sat in the kitchen, warm mugs of coffee in front of us and muffins I’d made from a box, in the oven. She scanned my soft black slacks and camel mohair sweater. “You’re beautiful, Jules. Is that what you’re wearing? It is your wedding.”

“I’d marry Van naked if I could.”

My friend’s smile grew. “Yeah, that would make the hometown gossip section.”

At the sound of the buzzer, ...