“What’s happening?”
He pointed to her hair.
“Is that gray hair?”
Graham se rio.
Marissa turned quickly.
“Did you know?”
“Sea…”
“DID YOU KNOW?”
“There may possibly be more than one.”
He narrowed his eyes.
“Finish that sentence and there will be no wedding.”
Henry burst into laughter.
Me too.
And suddenly I understood it.
For the first time in years, four people were around Marissa and a mirror…
and no one was talking about his birthmark.
Later that night, Henry helped load the dresser onto his SUV.
“Where do we take him?”, he asked.
Marissa smiled.
“To my apartment.”
As Graham and Henry struggled to get through the door, Marissa moaned.
“Dad, turn it on its side before destroying the wall.”
Henry stood still.
Me too.
Marissa usually called him Henry.
He seemed to realize what he had said.
But it was not corrected.
Henry simply smiled and continued carrying the dresser.
Before I left that night, I looked one last time from the apartment door.
Marissa was sitting in front of the mirror taking off her earrings.
Graham was behind her brushing his teeth.
She surprised him by looking at his reflection.
“Stop looking at me, weird.”
“I’m brushing my teeth.”
“Suspiciously.”
