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I didn’t slam the door behind me. I just walked off the porch like it wasn’t breaking my heart.
But I knew this much: no matter what she thought, I would be at that wedding. I had to know who he was.
A week later, just like I promised, I picked up Aunt Jenny from her apartment. She stood on the curb waving her arms like she was flagging down a plane.
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Her bright floral dress fluttered in the breeze, and her hair was tucked under a crooked sunhat.
“Oh honey, bless you,” she said as she climbed into the passenger seat, carrying a bag that smelled like peppermints and perfume.
“You know my car gave up again. I swear it waits for special days to die.”
She chatted the whole drive—about her new cat, her broken car, the peach-colored dress she found on sale, and how long it had been since she danced with anyone taller than her kitchen mop.
