Piglet tried to finish speaking, to ask how she was, if she was in pain, but she could not stop. She sounded like a child, her breath coming in jagged gasps, tears falling down her face, cutting tracks through thick wedding makeup, and it was not lost on her that, in this moment, she was asking Margot to mother her too. Her friend reached a hand across the table, and Piglet’s breathing steadied, her tears slowed. She looked up at Margot, this woman who was someone between friend and family.
