March air.
Someone had connected a karaoke machine to our television.
And a woman I barely knew was eating cheesecake from one of our wedding plates.
I looked at Caleb.
“Who is everybody?”
He rubbed the back of his neck.
“Dad invited some family.”
“Some?”
Ron laughed.
“Don’t start counting. That’s how parties get boring.”
“How many?”
Caleb hesitated.
“Maybe twenty-two.”
I stared.
“Twenty-two?”
“Not everybody is staying.”
That word landed harder.
“Staying?”
Caleb closed his eyes.
Ron answered for him.
“Melissa and Joe drove up from Knoxville. Dana came
