Chapter 22: Not Yet

I took his fingers off my wrist one at a time.

"I begged for a honeymoon for five years," I said. "You never once said please."

"Shelly..."

"My name is Rochelle."

Two of the resort's men stepped in on either side of him, politely, and Tripp looked around the lawn for a friend and did not find one.

They walked him toward the main building.

He turned his head twice, and the second time he looked at his mother.

Edith had put her pearls in her pocket and was talking quietly with the grey-haired partner.

She did not look back.

Camille was taken the other way, down the beach path, with her camera case in the hands of a guard.

She was still shouting about the name on the door.

Joanna put an arm around my shoulders and squeezed until my ribs creaked.

"I recorded the whole thing, in case you're wondering," she said. "I'm going to watch it every night for a year."

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me. Eat something."

I ate a crab cake standing on the lawn at nine o'clock while eighty guests whispered.

It was the best thing I had ever tasted.

At eleven I stepped out onto the balcony in a robe.

The night was clear and warm, with every star out and the sea running quietly under the palms.

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