They, who should not have disappeared,
Did
And my mother sent me to find them.
They, who had endured last night’s disaster
At the Benton Club (the fiancé hardly mattered)
As the future father-in-law on the upside of too many Jack Daniels’
Sang “Danny Boy” with gusto
And the future mother-in-law did not even bother to whisper
That my sister was marrying her son just for the money
And our mother said in the car on the way home
That she didn’t care how wealthy they were
A drunk was still a drunk in her book.
And they who should have been circulating among the guests at the elegant reception
Following a wedding of peach bridesmaids’ dresses and some said
The most beautiful bride
The Ashland United Methodist Church had seen in decades
Were found sneaking a cigarette in the downstairs Ladies’ Locker Room.
Their red heads vivid against the backdrop of yellow and green paisley wallpaper
Lounging in the green velvet chairs
Veil and ribbons askew
They sipped vodka tonics in between drags on the cigarette they shared
Weary and triumphant and utterly spent
I had been sent to retrieve them I said
By she who had worked hard and earned every penny to pay for this night.
And they, who knew the rules of engagement better than most
Looked in the mirror and made adjustments
To return to a world they had paid dearly to enter.
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