BETH
James sits, talking a large gulp from his glass, then refills it.
Richard is still chuckling. “Great speech. Got them all laughing.”
I watch James as he fills his glass again. “Do you think he´s alright?”
Richard follows my gaze, watching quietly for a moment. “No, I don´t think he is. He´s putting on a very good face, but I think he´s finding this a lot harder than he expected.”
MICHAEL
It´s getting late. I squeeze Charlotte´s hand, not saying anything, but letting my eyes meet hers.
I asked James to prepare the room; to make it beautiful for her. Perhaps not the usual task one asks of one´s Best Man, but of course, we are a special case.
“So, Mrs Summerford... perhaps we should... retire?”
She nods, looking around.
“Come on. Let´s go find him; say goodnight.”