“I don’t remember seeing you at the wedding,” George, Deirdre’s father, told me as all four of us sat at the dining table that evening for dinner which Brenda, her mother, had insisted on making.“I was out of town,” I told him with a smile, rehearsed as usual. I didn’t know how many times I would have to say all the words I had rehearsed, but I was already starting to get tired of it.“Out of town,” he repeated, and it sounded almost like a scoff. It made me alert. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat because I knew it wasn’t the end of it. He wanted to say something else, and I was ready for it.“Being out of town and not dropping by for your brother’s wedding?” He asked.From the silence at the table, it was obvious that he was waiting for an explanation. I didn’t think I owed him one. Even Deirdre looked down at her food as if she had no words for me, throwing me under the rock.“Well, I was at work. Very important work,” I said, my smile starting to get tight and strained.“Oh, wor
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