I turn back to my brother. “Take the fucking ring off before you go sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to your nephew. Miller can’t find out about this today. I’m proposing tonight and the last thing I need is for my brother to steal her thunder over a drunken mistake.” “Mistake seems harsh,” he counters. “I like the term, ‘happy accident.’” “Is that what Kennedy is calling it?” “Oh, no. She definitely called it a mistake.”
