Chapter 121

“Patrick’s so excited about the whole thing,” I said, recalling his joy at the proposal and when picking out and exchanging rings. “Three months later, his face still lights up when he looks at the stupid strip from the pool tube wrapped around his finger.”

I looked at my ring, and then thought of another video Patrick had posted to his Facebook page. The entire O’Hanlon clan had gathered for St. Patrick’s Day a couple weeks back, dozens of them, all adorned in green clothing and paper leprechaun hats. I’d tried to put faces with names while watching it. He had a Carrie, too, a sister. There was also Kimmie, Willie, Kathryn, Meagan, Johnny, Travis, Tammy, Yu, Midori, Han, Jesus…Though ginger features and Irish eyes did appear here and there, Patrick’s extended crew was actually a melting pot.