Mirth_June27_2016 - The Monday Morning Memo

“Our father couldn’t marry Andrea at Immaculate Conception or ask Father Brewer to come to the house to marry them because he was divorced and she wasn’t Catholic, which made it seem like they weren’t really getting married at all. The ceremony was performed by a judge that none of us knew, a man my father had paid to come to the house and do the job, the way you’d pay an electrician. When it was over, Andrea kept holding her glass up to the light, remarking on how the champagne matched the color of her dress exactly. For the first time, I was able to see how pretty she was, how happy and young. My father was forty-nine on the day of his second wedding, and his new wife in her champagne satin was thirty-one. Still, Maeve and I had no idea why he married her. Looking back, I have to say we lacked imagination.”

- Ann Pratchett, The Dutch House, p.44

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