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Or something else entirely.
“We need a test,” she said.
“Yes,” he said.
“Today,” she said.
“Yes,” he said.
She stood up.
Walked to the door.
Stopped.
“If it’s true,” she said.
She didn’t finish the sentence.
She didn’t need to.
“I know,” he said.
She opened the door.
Walked back into the ballroom.
Smiled at a guest.
Asked the bandleader to resume.
And danced.
Because what else do you do.
When you are standing at the edge of something.
And the only way to know.
Is to wait.
The boy watched from his corner.
Plate empty now.
Eyes moving between the bride and the groom.
Between two people.
Who were either everything to each other.
Or something they had no word for.
His mother had known this moment would come.
Had prepared him for it.
Had told him what to say.
And what not to say.
There was one more thing in the letter.
One more line.
That the groom hadn’t told his bride yet.