Why Two Electric Hair Clippers Appeared on the Dance Floor at Our Reception
He smiled, and the tension that had been in his shoulders since October twelfth seemed to disappear entirely.
We walked into the living room, where the wooden box that had held the hair clippers was sitting on the dining table.
The clippers were gone, packed away in the drawer, but the space on the bookshelf was clear.
I picked up the silver frame containing the old childhood photograph of Mason and Maribel.
In the picture, Mason was six years old, holding his grandmother’s hand while they both stood on the beach with lopsided eyebrows.
I set the old frame back on the wood, then took the new wedding photograph we had printed that morning at the local drugstore.
It was the shot Mr. Vance had taken right after the ceremony, showing the three of us standing together in the foyer of the ballroom.
We were all bald, our heads shining under the lobby lights, and our smiles were wide and unforced.
I placed the new frame directly next to the old childhood photograph, aligning the edges until they were perfectly straight.
