“Congratulations on your marriage!” my mom said to me as I walked in the door. She was standing in the kitchen with my dad, the girl from across the street, and her parents.
“What?” I said.
My dad pushed the girl towards me. She had a blank expression. “Meet Mrs. Michael C!” he said.
I looked at the girl. She was a head shorter than me and had curly brown hair. I looked at my parents. “What’s going on?” I said.
The girl’s dad frowned. “He’s not taking this as well as you said he would,” he said to my parents.
“Oh, don’t worry. He’s just surprised,” my dad said.
“Yes. Very,” I said. “What is going on?”