Mostly from Charlotte. The caterer’s from Wrightsville Beach. Doreen at the post office says the tent rental company is coming Friday.”
“Nobody asked me.”
“No, honey. Nobody did.”
I turned the card over in my hands.
They were going to stand on my lawn. Thirty-four people in their linen and pearls. And the guest of honor, as far as I could tell, was going to be me, handing over my keys to my son and his wife in front of all their friends.
So the house would be theirs. In
