And Joey watched him fade from her sight one more time.

*  *  *

“All right, babe. I need sleep.” Grant held the Navajo chief’s blanket in his arms.

“Why do you have that? Your mom will kill you if you get it dirty.”

“My mom gave it to us. Apparently it will protect our union. She got the chief to bless it or something.”

Lily took it from him. “This will be great for a photo shoot. Can I keep it in my room?”

“Lil,” said Joey. “About your room.”

“Eh. We’ll talk about it after the wedding,” said Grant. “Let’s get outta here.”

“But it’s bad luck for the bride to see the groom before the wedding,” said Scott, materializing from inside.

Joey hadn’t spoken to him since, when? The dinner of insanity? She realized now he’d been hovering all evening. He’d bobbed his pale head as she’d rubbed the assembly line of bellies belonging to all her pregnant New York girlfriends. He’d lingered in the backdrop as she and G had hugged for ages.

“I’m not superstitious.” Joey gave her father a brief hug.

“Wait, he’s right, babe,” said Grant. “You’re not supposed to sleep at our place tonight.”

“Great,” said Joey. “Where do you suggest I sleep?”

“At home, of course,” said her father. “In your bedroom one last time.”

“We watched Father of the Bride again a few weeks ago,” said Bea, walking up, swatting at a fat bee buzzing around her floral crown. “Your dad thinks he’s Steve Martin.”

“I don’t think I’m Steve Martin.”

Joey’s eyelids fluttered. “I’ll sleep wherever. Someone just give me a bed.”

“You have a bed,” said her father. “You always have a bed at home.”

“Well, I’m off to my home,” said Bea.

“Where’s that?” asked Grant.

“A friend is spending the summer in Tuscany. She’s a potter. She has a cute little house on Jog. I’ve been painting up a storm. Rediscovering myself.”

“Well, why don’t you try discovering yourself quickly?” said Lily. “I think I speak for all of us when I say we’d like our parents to check out of Lost and Found.” She strutted off. “Come on, Grant!”

“Lil,” said Scott.

Lily glanced over her shoulder. She shook her head. She kept walking.

“That’s my cue.” Grant kissed Joey—quick and firm. She tried to hold on to him longer, tighter, but he was like quicksand. “See you when—”

“See you when,” she said.

“See you tomorrow, JoJo,” said her mother. “Well, actually…” She checked her watch. “It’s today. You’re getting married today.”

“See you,” said Joey.

Her father was quiet in the car. A Post-it in his script was adhered to the dashboard. It read, Keep the faith. The most amazing things happen right when you’re about to give up all hope. Tina Turner played on Sirius.