The very first photo was a
Haddon/Bourigeaud montage. We hadn’t had a professional photographer at the
wedding, and we’d forgotten to take one of our two families with the happy
bride and groom. Inès was the first one to realize this, and she was also the
least hungover, so she forced us all to regroup for a photo after breakfast.
Both my mother and Anne’s thought it
would be nice if we got into our wedding clothes again, but everyone else
agreed that this was a bit creepy, so the photo I was looking at was a late-day
assembly of heavy-lidded relatives with Anne and I, looking game, but also
nauseous, together in the middle. Her family was on the right, mine was on the
left. We were the bridge.
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