The total was nearly twice the
original amount.
I should have refused.
I know that now.
But I could already imagine what would happen.
Camille would complain to Mom.
Mom would call me.
And she would remind me that forty years of marriage deserved something special.
She would ask why I couldn’t do this one thing for our parents.
So I swallowed my frustration.
“It’s okay, Daniel. Go ahead.”
A week before the party, Camille called again.
“I finished the seating arrangement!”
I was relieved.
One less thing to handle.
“I put myself and Hannah beside Mom and Dad at the main table,” she explained. “Right by the fireplace. The photographs will look incredible.”
I waited.
“Where did you put me?”
There was a short silence.
“Oh, you’ll move around.”
“Move around?”
“Yes! You know, make sure everyone has what they need. Check with the staff. Keep everything organized. You’re so good at that.”
