The Bridal Car Made Another Stop,I Walked Away

The pickup hour was almost here, but the bridal car's GPS pin showed it parked outside Nora Swanson's building.

My mother stood at the entrance of our building, holding the gift envelope, and my father held up the red umbrella, his eyes fixed on the corner where the cars should come.

Daniel James's call came through.

"Nanette Fox, Nora couldn't get an Uber at the last minute, so I'm going to swing by and pick her up first."

"Just ten minutes. Tell your folks for me, all right? Don't let the relatives get worked up waiting down there."