« What happened? » she asked.
« I’ll be at our daughter’s wedding. »
« It’s your mother. »
« What did she want? »
I handed her the phone.
She read the message. « She said ‘my new family.' »
« I saw. »
« Not ‘I miss you.’ Not ‘I’m sorry.’ Not even ‘Can I come?’ She’s bringing Harry. »
« What did she want? »
« I’d bet on it. »