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hanging out by the Olympic-size swimming pool. Which made it slightly less awkward that the three of us were walking in in shorts and T-shirts, Finn in his backward baseball cap.
    Bobby made a beeline for the bar, saying hello to everyone he passed. The partygoers stared at him, confused, but they didn’t really care too much. They were at a wedding in wine country, drinking Murray Grant’s rosé blend, thinking it was good.
    Bobby made a face as he downed his first glass, then ordered another.
    Then Bobby pointed to the bride. “She looks beautiful . . .”
    The bride had flaming-red hair and makeup running down her face. She might have been beautiful earlier, but now she was a wet mess, someone having thrown her in the pool. She was happy about that. She didn’t care that she was a wet mess. That was how a bride was supposed to be. At least that was what Bobby said, toasting to the happy bride, before he walked right up to her.
    Finn shook his head. “This isn’t going to go well,” he said.
    But, the bride seemed to like Bobby, the two of them gabbing.
    As we walked over to join them, the bride gave Finn a flirtatious smile, newly married and checking out Finn, striking a pose for him.
    “Hello there,” she said.
    Finn nodded. “Hello.”
    Then she motioned toward Bobby. “He’s getting married tomorrow,” she said, her wild red hair flying.
    “We know,” Finn said.
    Bobby leaned in to her, a little too close.
    “The thing is,” Bobby said, “I’m a little young to be getting married. You know? I love Margaret. I really love her. But maybe that’s part of it. You look a little older. You probably are more sure.”
    The bride looked at Bobby, irritated. “Did you just call me old?”
    “Older, not old.”
    The bride looked like she was going to cry, which was when the groom came over. He was also redheaded, and large. He smelled like a brewery. “What’s wrong?” he said.
    She pointed at Bobby and Finn. “They called me old.”
    Finn put up his hands in surrender. “No, we didn’t.”
    “Are you calling Catherine a liar?” the groom said.
    “Who’s Catherine?” Bobby said.
    Bobby put out his hand, which the groom slapped away. A group surrounded us, the happy couple and the Ford siblings, who had upset them.
    “Easy,” Finn said. “Let’s take it easy here.”
    He put his arms out, trying to keep the group from closing in.
    Bobby moved closer to Catherine as though she couldn’t hear him, as though that were the problem. “I said you looked older, not old. Can we move on to whether I should get married tomorrow?”
    This was when the groom threw a punch at Bobby’s face.
    Finn jumped in to protect Bobby, and pushed the groom onto the ground. He wasn’t trying to fight him, just trying to get him away from Bobby.
    “Get him out of here!” Finn yelled. He was thinking only of Bobby and his upcoming marriage. Protecting both.
    As I ran with Bobby into the woods, the cops showed up, sirens blasting.
    Bobby stopped where he was. “I have to go back for him,” Bobby panted.
    And he wanted to, he really did.
    He started to race back toward the fight, toward the cops. But, even from the woods, we could see it was too late.
    Finn was on top of a rich, redheaded groom—and the cop who was pulling him off was not there to save him.

    I kept going over the night before Bobby’s wedding—as if it held the secret to how I should feel, seven days before mine.
    I was getting nowhere fast—lying on my childhood bed, staring at a photograph of Culture Club taped on the ceiling above. It had been there since I was a teenager, placed at my eye level, so Boy George would be the one to say good night.
    It felt like he was taunting me with all the answers I didn’t seem to have—when my phone rang.
    I looked down at the caller ID, a happy Ben staring back. I wanted to pick up and tell Ben what Finn had just told me—I wanted Ben to be my person again, the one I told everything to. Ben always