“Give them a call.”
“What?”
“We’re not going anywhere this evening. Call them.”
It was my turn to grind my teeth together. “All right.” I reached for my cell phone and dialed the house in Fall River.
“Vincent residence.” It was Lilly, Steve’s wife.
“This is Mark. Is Steve there?”
“He’s not.” Her voice was frigid. “May I take a message?”
“Sure. I’m getting married, and I’m inviting you…”
Quinn nudged my ankle.
“And anyone in the family who wants to come.”
“I’ll let him know. Where and when will it be?”
“It’s tentative right now, but we’re aiming for Fall River City Hall at the end of September.”
“That’s very soon. Do you have to get married?”
I couldn’t help it. I laughed so hard I would have snorted coffee from my nose if I hadn’t already finished my last cup.
“I fail to see what you find so amusing.”
“Yeah, I guess you would. I’m marrying a man.”
She started choking.