After the final concert, I land in Charlestown, West Virginia’s airport, where I’m greeted by four smiling faces and four sets of hands holding up signs. All my darling ducks are in a row. Zelle smiles knowingly wide while holding her little poster. Winnie bounces on her toes, gripping her sign between clenched fingers. And June drops hers to run toward me. But I’d read the words. Will. You. Marry. Dad.
