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that they only want to see her happy (which apparently means “paired off”).
She can’t bear to give them false hope, however, so she says, “This might be a case of always a bridesmaid, never a bride.”
“Cooper is getting married enough for all of us,”
sweet longing she felt for Jake at Cooper’s first wedding; it seems so mild and innocent compared to the wild jealous storm brewing within her tonight.
Their last weekend on Tuckernuck was sublime, and Mallory doubts they’ll ever be able to top it. And yet, she says this every year, and isn’t every year just a bit better than the last? Their relationship grows like a tree—the roots go deeper and they add a ring around the trunk.
A plane hit the World Trade Center? At first, she thinks it’s a small plane, an inexperienced pilot, a rogue gust of wind, maybe.
Sure enough…wow, it looks bad.
The building is on fire, and people are dead for certain.
On the screen, a plane flies directly into the top of a skyscraper, leaving fiery destruction in its wake. It looks like a movie.
He’s not sure Brian is good enough for Mallory. She deserves a prince,
Cooper wishes he could just stay in this moment forever instead of dealing with the tricky business of being married.
Cooper has insisted on both of them being completely transparent in this relationship because he was so badly burned by his previous two wives—the
Ursula de Gournsey doesn’t seem like the kind of woman who gets mixed up.)
They’re friendly—so what?
Jake’s eyes follow Mallory back to the table.
The anticipation is ecstasy. It’s a perfectly ripe strawberry dipped in melted milk chocolate;
Stop time, she thinks. Please, God.
Off the field, Charlie is warm and nurturing. His motto is three words long: Kids playing baseball. The players are developing skills, learning sportsmanship, creating a team atmosphere, and having fun. There are many things that are wrong with the world, but this thing is right.
Her parents each had their idiosyncrasies. But now she sees that they were her anchors.
It's true- I have come to appreciate it more and more the older I get.
I was thirteen once. I get it.”
“You want me to say it? You want me to say it? Fine, I’ll say it. You’re getting rid of Link.” He pauses. “So you can be alone over Labor Day weekend. I know about you and Jake, Mal.”
She might also say: If you hadn’t left your own bachelor party, this would never have happened.
I knew…that no matter what the price, I was willing to pay it.
