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Eleanor told him:
—Thomas, you look like private security.
He answered:
—I’m grandfather.
—It’s the same.
Eleanor raised her glass.
—Finally someone understands.
June put both hands in her cake.
Everyone laughed.
This time, the laughter was clean.
Nobody laughed at her.
They laughed with joy.
The difference made my chest hurt.
Wesley approached me.
—Thank you for not giving up on me.
I looked at him.
—Don’t confuse that with a guarantee.
-Lose.
—Every day.
He nodded.
—Every day.
That was our new marriage vow.