That’s just how it was in our family. Some people are the ones who need things. Some people are
the ones who are fine.
The wedding cost sixty thousand dollars.
I found that out later. Brittany told me. Sixty thousand dollars for one Saturday in June at the Inn at
Okoboji. The tent on the lawn. The band from Des Moines. Two hundred guests. Prime rib and salmon. An open bar. A florist from Spirit Lake who did the whole tent in white hydrangeas.
The rest of the money went to a new truck for Dad. A 2024 Ram 2500, black, with leather seats.
And a pontoon. A twenty-two-foot Bennington, tan and silver, that Dad kept on a lift at a marina on West Okoboji.
I stood up at that wedding in a dress I paid for myself.Book Venues
A sage green bridesmaid dress from a bridal shop in Des Moines. One hundred and eighty-nine dollars. I paid for it out of my café tips. I drove up to the fitting on my one day off and drove back the same night for my shift.
