My mom called me the next morning, asking for every detail. What was Edna’s dress like? What did Gina wear? What did Gina say? Was your grandma there? I told her the wedding was boring and normal, and that Gina’s dress made a roll of fat on her back. It really did do that, but I regretted telling her. She fixated on it and discussed it at length for days. She still brings it up sometimes. “Imagine having a back roll out at your daughter’s wedding!” It brought out the worst in her.
