Her Business Trip Was A Wedding

Summary

During the few days my wife was supposedly out of town on a business trip, I took a detour on my way home and ran into a traffic bottleneck. A wedding procession had spilled out onto the cobblestone street of the historic district, and the groom was weeping so hard he was practically gasping for air.

Between his loud, ragged sobs, he was crying out to his deceased parents, telling them he had finally found a good home, a safe harbor.

A small crowd of onlookers had gathered around him, murmuring comfort, completely blocking the narrow street.