And I laughed.
Not unkindly. I laughed the way you laugh when somebody says something a bit odd at a party and you want to move past it without anybody being embarrassed.
And then, within about an hour, I told Grayson.
I told him in the car park while we were waiting for a taxi, as a funny thing that had happened.
He went quiet for a second and then he was very good about it.
He said she has a problem about money. He said she has been strange since their father passed. He said it sadly, and he looked out of the window, and I put my hand on his arm.
I felt sorry for him.
I did not just ignore a warning.
I took it, within sixty minutes, straight back to the two people it was warning me about, wrapped up as a story about how difficult his poor sister is.
She was not invited to anything after that. The hen weekend. The dress fitting. The dinner in the July.
I did not notice. I noticed that things were calmer.
Her name is Saoirse. She is twenty-eight.
She was not at the wedding.
Somebody told me in the September that she had said she was away, and I accepted that without one second of thought, because it made the seating plan easier.
There was an empty chair at the brunch the next morning with her name card still on it, because the hotel sets to the original list and nobody had told them.
Lorna saw it before I did. I watched her see it.
She picked the card up, read it, and put it face down on the tablecloth, and then carried on with her conversation.
Four seconds. She did not look round to see whether anybody had noticed.
I looked at that chair for a long time while Lorna had hold of my wrist.
PART 5
And here is the part about my father, which I did not understand until I was thirty-one and lying under a bed.
For thirty years he has let people get his job wrong.
