"You had seemed hollowed-out on your wedding day, Jane, a slender and coolly efficient bride effacing herself, refusing the hypocrisy of a wedding veil and wearing no jewelry, not even earrings, as if trusting in the nakedness of your small face, your throat exposed helplessly as you came forward alone up the center aisle of the church, carrying only single, self-conscious calla lily, the bride who was being given away by no one, unwilling to compromise even that much although of course just before the ceremony you had called me over and asked mischievously if I had hoped to occupy the role of proud father and deliver you myself…"
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