“You’re looking very handsome,” she said to me.
I guess I could have said something like that to her, but instead I grunted and let my eyes do the talking.
“You look happy too,” she continued.
“I’m happy at all of John’s weddings.”
“You don’t think this one will last?”
“Nothing lasts.”
She smiled at that dark sentiment, telling me, in a way, that we’d come from similar places.
“So, then,” she said, “can I be one of your wives?”
I wanted to say yes but instead I took her hands in mine and squeezed. She rose on the toes of her high-heeled shoes and kissed, then bit my lips.
“Well?”
It was John’s day, but still, I felt like the luckiest man in the world.