We didn’t care.
—
I drove us home.
Dave agreed to collect Mark’s truck.
When I called, he didn’t sound surprised.
That told me he already knew.
During the drive, Mark explained that he’d told his fishing friends about the diagnosis in June.
He needed their help arranging the second wedding.
Dave had driven him to the jeweler.
Tommy had helped with the hotel reservation.
Ray had been assigned to post plenty of fishing photographs so I wouldn’t suspect anything.
I told Mark about the breakfast picture.
“Ray photographed three of you while your untouched pancakes sat on the table.”
Mark closed his eyes.
“Of course he did.”
For a moment, we both laughed.
Then I asked about Carol.
He explained that she’d owned the Gull’s Nest for thirty years.
Before it became a café, the building had been a bait shack.
It was beside the same dock where he’d told me he intended to marry me.
