The deejay was finished with token Sinatra and Glenn Miller and was on to Kanye West and Usher, so the older guest in the hall were getting up to leave. Not Grandma Halbig. She sat watching the groom and groomsmen twerking on the dance floor, then turned to me in that half-confidential way she had and sighed, "I guess we'll get used to him."
"Why do you have to say things like that at your granddaughter's wedding"
"Oh...." Her voice trailed off. Then she blurted out. "Because she could do so much better."
Grandma Halbig's marriage had lasted only 15 years and she'd kept men at arm's length ever since. I told her she was a fine one to talk about "doing so much better."
"Well, damnit," she replied calmly, "how do you think I know?"
