On Mother’s Day, a few weeks after the wedding, Lewis went to brunch with his parents while Wren drove two hours to the lake in Oklahoma where she lived until she was ten. The first year they were together, Lewis wanted to go with her, but Wren declined with such surprising ferocity he did not mention it again. With this private tradition, there was no need to sit awkwardly at another mother’s table with a seven-dollar greeting card, wondering what to do with her hands, what to do with her heart.
