Bridesmaids Revisited
Chapter One
I HADN'T THOUGHT about the bridesmaids in years. My
only meeting with them occurred when I was about seven or
eight years old and my mother took me to their house for the
day. Their names had sounded to me like the start of a nursery
rhyme: "Rosemary, Thora, and Jane." From a child's vantage
point they had seemed middle-aged. But they could only
have been in their forties. My memory of that day's visit was
a little fuzzy around the edges. The house was old with a gate
that creaked. There was a parrot in a cage by the fireplace
and a dark red cloth with a balled fringe on the table, and a
jug of lemon barley water on the sideboard. I vaguely remembered
sitting on the edge of a hard chair when the one
in the kitchen bent to give me a kiss.
Afterwards I asked Mother wh ... read full excerpt from Bridesmaids Revisited ebook
