Aaron grabbed my shoulder.
My mom stood up so quickly that her chair scraped against the ground.
Claire looked toward her.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”
My mother shook her head, already crying too.
“How did you get it?” I asked.
Claire looked back at me.
“I called your mom months ago.”
I turned toward Mom.
She pressed both hands over her mouth.
Claire continued.
“I asked if she had anything of your dad’s that I could somehow include in the wedding. A handkerchief. A piece of fabric. Anything.”
My mother was nodding now.
“I gave her the suit,” she said.
“I asked her for something of your dad’s to include in the wedding,” Claire said.
“I gave her the suit so that she could have something made from it.”
Claire gave a weak laugh. “That was the plan.”
My mom looked at her outfit. “Clearly, the plan changed.”
