My son is getting married. The wedding has been in the works for a while. A date was set and then it faltered, the bride-to-be got cold feet. He came home that day, not too brave for tears, but he didn’t want to talk about it either. The bridesmaids were also distressed, they had brought flowers especially. The rings we fashioned out of tinfoil were left on the playground floor, silver scraps of what could have been. Weeks went by and it’s back on again now. There has been a rapprochement, so I’m told. Did I mention my son just turned six?
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