“I’m so sorry I hung up on you.”
“Oh, hush. Look at you. Look at that dress.” She pulled back and held me at arm’s length. Her eyes were wet. “He’s going to fall right over.”
“That’s what everyone keeps telling me.”
“Well, everyone’s right. Now come on. Come see what we did.”
The deck was covered in white daisies.
They were everywhere. In mason jars on the railing. Woven around the posts. Scattered on the wooden boards. Carol had strung little white lights along the edge of the roof. Someone had set up rows of folding chairs, maybe twenty of them, with an aisle down the middle.
And at the end of the aisle, at the very edge of the deck, the old dock stretched out into the water. The same dock. Where he’d turned to me with his heart in his eyes and said, I’m going to marry you, you know.
