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CHAPTER 59





Do Us Part



AT THE CHURCH, it’s almost embarrassing how happy Dad is to see me.

More sweet than embarrassing, though.

He picks me up and spins me around. “I’m so thrilled you’re here, sweet pea.” He puts me back down. “Sorry, I keep forgetting not to—”

“No, it’s okay. You can call me that.”

He closes his eyes and drops his head. For a second it looks like he’s praying. He pulls me into another hug and squeezes tight. I squeeze him right back.

“Group hug,” yells Danica, who’s been hovering in the doorway.

By the time we’re done hugging, all three of us are a mess of tears.

Dani grabs my chin in one hand and clucks at me. We find a bathroom, and she pulls a mini emergency makeup kit from her purse. She operates on herself before operating on me. I check the mirror once she’s done. She’s a miracle worker. I am saved.



By the time we make it out to where everyone is, the pastor is already at the altar. We take our seats next to Aunt Collette.

And then it’s time.

The music begins. Dad walks up the aisle and takes his place in front of the pastor. His best man, Uncle Allan, and Shirley’s maid of honor are next. Then it’s Shirley’s mom, walking by herself. Next it’s Shirley’s bridesmaids, all ten of them. Once everyone is settled at the altar, the music stops.

Dad stares down the aisle, waiting.

Uncle Allan squeezes his shoulder.

Another few seconds pass before the wedding march begins. Everyone turns to look.

Except me. I watch Dad’s face instead. I don’t need to see Shirley to know when she’s arrived. I can see her presence on Dad’s face. He looks like someone who just can’t believe his luck.

Shirley reaches the altar and takes Dad’s hand. She looks beautiful. And also like a tiered cake.

As weddings go, this one is pretty traditional. The vows are the normal ones. They promise to love and obey. They promise to do it forever. There are some readings. Shirley’s mom sings a gospel song I don’t know. Her voice is beautiful.

The priest pronounces them man and wife. He tells Dad that he may kiss the bride.

I have a few seconds to decide.

I can choose to see their future.

I can choose to see how it ends, and maybe even when.



But at the last second, I close my eyes.

I close my eyes, and I pretend they have forever.



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The reception is in a hotel ballroom twenty minutes away. Dani and I take the wedding shuttle together, along with Aunt Collette and Uncle Allan. I drink sparkling cider, eat hors d’oeuvres and listen to Dani critique the dresses of all the women in a kind way. She tells me the history of marriage as an institution. Mostly it sucked for women.

After a while, the wedding band gets everyone’s attention. “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Mr. and Mrs. Larry Thomas.”

I have a moment where my heart breaks for Mom, the original Mrs. Thomas. But then I remember that she did what was best for everyone, including herself.

And then everyone is clapping and hooting.

Shirley is crying and Dad is wiping her tears. He tells her that he loves her and that he always will.

All that matters is that he feels it now.

All that matters is right now.

I turn to Dani. “I have to go,” I say.



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In romance books there’s always a chase scene. It happens near the end, when one person realizes they’ve made a colossal mistake and then has to go through a series of obstacles to get back to the other person.



My chase scene starts just outside the hotel, where there is a line of cabs waiting. It’s only after I get into one that I realize I don’t know X’s address. I text Fifi. Miraculously, she’s not teaching a class. She texts me Archibald and Maggie’s address right away. She can’t resist adding:

don’t know what took you so long

boy is too sexy to let go of

good luck

Traffic getting back to LA is awful because…because traffic in LA is always awful. It takes us forty-five minutes to get to midcity. The cabdriver turns onto Wilshire. Unbelievably, traffic is even worse. It’d be faster for me to ride my bike. I tell the driver to turn onto Curson and take me to my apartment instead. I run inside and grab my bike lock key. I don’t stop to change my clothes. I can bike in a dress. By the time I realize I’m still wearing my heels, I don’t have the patience to go back. All I can think of is getting to X as soon as possible. There are so many things to say to him and not enough time to say them. I don’t want to miss another second of being with him.

I hear the old woman’s voice in my head, telling me that the power would leave me when I was ready. And I feel the moment when it does go away. Weirdly, it’s like adjusting the focus on a set of binoculars. The power leaves me, and the world is somehow clearer than it was before.

Maggie answers the door when I get to her house. She looks like she was expecting me and gives me a hug. “You look very nice, dear,” she says, before telling me that X is playing guitar in the living room.

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