Chapter 24: The Wedding

The envelope came on the morning of the wedding, in the same post as a card from Lacey.

The card was short.

It said she had a job with a caterer in Albany.

It said Conway had been sentenced to eleven years.

It said she had stopped wearing anyone else's earrings.

The envelope was heavier.

It held the court's order, signed and stamped, that ended my marriage to Conway Driscoll.

I read both standing in the Brooklyn kitchen in my slip and bare feet.

I held a cup of coffee I had made myself.

The cook watched me from the stove.

"Good news, Signora?"

"The best," I said.

The garden behind the house had been Lucian's mother's.

For three months it had been grey stone and bare hedges.

Now the roses were out on the south wall, and the iron gate stood open for the guests.

The men who had sat around the green table were there in their good suits.

The old man from the Commission sat in the front row, with his hat on his knee, and nodded to me.

Renata had sent a letter and a lace handkerchief from her sister's in New Jersey.

Her son stood beside Lucian at the front, tall and nervous and holding a ring box in both hands.

He grinned at me as I came down the path, and I grinned back.

The big guard walked me down the aisle.

He had wanted to wear black and I had asked for grey, and he stood stiffly in grey, with his arm held out stiffly.

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