Just don’t expect everyone to spend the day watching where they step.
The warning at the rehearsal sounded different now.
Mom touched my hand.
“She did it on purpose.”
Mom didn’t tell me I was imagining things.
“Looks that way.”
I sat beside her.
“Why?”
“I think you know why.”
Because of dress shopping.
Because Mom and I had spent one afternoon doing something we’d talked about for years.
***
Downstairs, Nathan found his mother near the head table.
He didn’t raise his voice.
Later, he told me he simply held out his phone.
He didn’t raise his voice.
Our photographer had sent him the picture.
Isabella looked at it.
Then at him.
“That doesn’t prove anything.”
Nathan enlarged the picture.
“Was it an accident, Mom?”
“Nathan, I told you that train was dangerous.”