wedding was Saturday.
On Friday morning, my aunt was taken to the hospital.
My mother’s sister, my aunt Carol, had been having chest pain for a week and calling it indigestion, the way people call things indigestion when they are afraid of the other name. She called me at seven in the morning in a voice trying to sound fine and failing.
I drove to her.
I missed the wedding entirely.
I spent Saturday in the hospital with my aunt. It had not been a heart attack, but it was
