It was probably cliche, but they really didn’t care. The clear May day was perfect for a wedding, in a way no one could have known ahead of time. Such privilege was the soul area of pure luck.

“Hold still, hon,” Tuesday said, as she didn’t up the back of Polly’s wedding dress.

“I’m trying,” Polly said.

“Might want to lay off the cupcakes,” Erika suggested, helpfully.

“But they’re so good!” Polly objected.

“Here, here,” Sasha ...