They Said I Would Ruin the Wedding So I Stayed Home and Watched What Happened Next

father was in the garage doorway when I pulled up, his hands wrapped in a rag that had been used so many times for so many things it had ceased to have a particular color. He was working on the 1967 Mustang he had been restoring since I was in high school, the car that was always in progress, always nearly there, never quite finished. He spotted me continue reading …