I made my husband disappear. “Heather, you’re completely helpless.” “You know Heather, you’re what the French call les incompétentes.” “There are fifteen bridesmaids in spaghetti straps, and you’re the only one who has to wear a bolero jacket.” “Sit down, Sister Gay.” “Do the baptism when you want. I’ll move out next week.” Silence. I made my husband disappear. I MADE MY HUSBAND DISAPPEAR!
