The Bride’s Mother Made My 76-Year-Old Mom Sit With the Catering Staff
The Table by the Kitchen Part One: The Necklace “Grandma, let me fix your necklace,” Lucy said. My daughter was standing behind my mother in the bride’s dressing room at the Hillside Country Club, carefully unhooking a thin gold chain that had twisted at the back of Mom’s neck. Lucy is fifteen. She has long,…