here by herself last Tuesday. Walking around with a tape measure.”
“A tape measure?”
“Measuring your porch. Then she stood in your yard on her phone for half an hour, saying things like ‘the tent goes here’ and ‘we’ll do the bar by the oak tree.’”
I set down my piece of cake.
“Pearl. What tent?”
Pearl looked at me with her sharp little eyes.
“Honey,” she said, “I was hoping you’d tell me.”
The wedding photographs went up on Wednesday.
I found them on Facebook. I’m not very good
