combined raze the day of pete's wedding, i find him standing around inside the church he's meant to be married in. no sign of the priest anywhere. he asks me where my coat is. i tell him i'm wearing it. kyle's sporting a pink shirt under a dark jacket. it suits him. i say hello. he doesn't recognize me. pete's wife sidles up beside him. wearing a dress like the one my mother wore when she shacked up with a man who wasn't my father. smiling kind of sad and shy. pete relaxes. seems serene to me. "you look like a man who knows he's made the right decision and he's at peace," i say. his wife hides behind a curtain the same hazy shade of white as her bridal gown and starts to cry. i can't tell if they're happy tears. 240724 what's it to you? who go blather from