“I’m getting married!” she said gleefully.
“That’s great,” I responded, “But… um… who are you marrying?”
Some guy named Evan Smith had won my sister’s heart within the space of four days. My parents were a little panicky. (Okay, a lot panicky.) Since work wouldn’t allow them to fly down to Utah to meet their future in-law that week, they let me skip school to go and check him out.
I showed up guarded, skeptical. I didn’t care how quickly my sister knew, I would not be so easily convinced that all was well.