![]() Now my mother, though she'd still be living in the same town, would definitely have new priorities. My father and his second wife, with my half brother Phillip, had moved across the country to California in the past year. In the oddest way, I felt my parents had left home while I had stayed. My mother and her fianc¨¦ strolled between the folding chairs arranged in her living room, ended up before the handsome Episcopalian priest, and Aida Brattle Teagarden became Mrs. ![]() Being the daughter of the bride felt pretty peculiar. The second wedding was actually a happy one from my point of view, but my smile muscles ached all the next day from the anxious grin I'd forced to my lips. By late May (at the second wedding but before the funeral) I had decided it was going to be the worst year of my life. One In less than a year, I went to three weddings and one funeral. ![]()
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