“Excuse me?!” Mom’s ragged breathing has my smile falling. “No, you are not. You’re my one and only baby and I will not let you have some wedding in a back room of a courthouse.” “What’s wrong with that? That’s the way I got married.” Nana actually sounds offended. “Exactly my point, Mother,” Mom says. “The location was convenient. I took my newlywed ass to Bourbon Street, and your father and I made a night of it.” “I’m well aware of the day I was conceived. No need to rehash that story.” I’m not sure how these two live under the same roof without me mediating anymore.