I couldn’t speak. I could only nod.
She slipped her right hand through Mark’s arm. She slipped her left hand through mine. And theStudy Anatomy
bouquet with my mother’s handkerchief tied around it was pressed right between us.
She looked over her shoulder at the organist.
“Okay,” she said. “We’re ready now.”
The organist was an older woman named Doris who had been playing at that church for thirty years. She was crying too. She wiped her eyes, put her hands back on the keys, and started the wedding march again from the very beginning.
And we walked.
The three of us. Down the aisle of the church where I taught Hannah to drive. Past every row. Past every face. People were crying. People were smiling. A few people started clapping, softly at first,
and then more, until half the church was clapping.
I didn’t hear any of it. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.Book Venues
