Something Borrowed

Originally published by Rising Action Review

โ€œUnder no circumstances are you to discuss what happened here today,โ€ my mother said. โ€œThis stays between us, understand?โ€ The assembled wedding party nodded solemnly. Aunt Gracie picked another shard of a shattered champagne flute from my momโ€™s scalp. My mom winced in pain. โ€œCareful, Gracie!โ€ she hissed. โ€œChrist.โ€

My sister, Kaitlyn, snapped the rest of her already-broken heel from her right shoe. Her left shoe was missing. The back of her wedding dress was streaked with grass stains. โ€œAre the police gone?โ€

Aunt Simone peeked through the heavy velvet curtains. โ€œNot yet.โ€

Outside, a man in a torn tuxedo was being escorted into a police car in handcuffs. Another three men, also in tuxedos in various states of disrepair, were sitting on the curb, their wrists bound with zip ties. A tow truck was hauling a wrecked limousine with a โ€œJUST MARRIEDโ€ sign from a ditch next to the church parking lot.

โ€œI canโ€™t believe he didnโ€™t just rent a limousine,โ€ Aunt Gracie said. She cut a square of gauze and taped it over the gash in my motherโ€™s scalp. โ€œWho did it belong to?โ€

โ€œHis Uncle Robbie,โ€ Kaitlyn replied.

The guests exchanged knowing glances. My brother Harold whistled The Godfather theme song until my mother cut him off with a sharp glare.

โ€œRoberto Antonucci?โ€ Aunt Simone asked. โ€œWell, that explains a lot.โ€ She drained the rest of her scotch. โ€œNo wonder they came in swinging like that.โ€

Harold pulled a bloody wad of toilet paper from his nose. He dropped it in a trash can. โ€œThatโ€™s what happens when you stealโ€”โ€

โ€œBorrow!โ€ Kaitlyn snapped.

โ€œโ€”borrow someoneโ€™s limousine without asking.โ€

โ€œEnough!โ€ my mother announced in a stern voice. โ€œWeโ€™re not going to let what happened today ruin a perfectly good wedding.โ€

โ€œThe ceremony was beautiful,โ€ Aunt Gracie acknowledged. The other guests nodded in agreement. Aunt Gracie bent down and tweaked my cheek. โ€œWhat did you think about it, little lady?โ€

I shrugged shyly. โ€œI punched a man in the nuts.โ€

The room erupted in laughter. Kaitlyn gave me a high five.

โ€œBest flower girl ever.โ€


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