“My mom hired someone to do the ceremony,” I explain. “He required at least one session with him beforehand. Which we cut a bit short.” “We also fired him.” Delilah turns to me. “Do you trust your mama to find a new one? I’m not so sure.” I pull out my phone and show her the screen, still open to the site where you can make yourself a reverend of whatever. “I could marry us myself once I put in my credit card number.” Delilah just stares at the phone. “Shut the front door.” “It’s already shut.” Zoey snorts at my lame joke, and Delilah didn’t seem to hear.
