Lucy asked in surprise when Noelle broached the subject of Duncan’s invitation to her grandmother that evening. “Yes.” They were in the kitchen and Lucy was getting dinner started. Tonight’s fare was chicken parmesan, Melinda’s favorite. “My partner’s brother is getting married next Saturday and we’re invited.” “Your partner.” Lucy slid the last piece of breaded chicken into the heated frying pan and placed a vented cover to keep the crackling splatter contained. “Is that the tall, good-looking guy who came to Henry’s funeral?” her grandmother asked, slanting a knowing glance at her. Noelle smiled, amused at what seemed to stand out in her grandmother’s mind. “That’s him,” she confirmed—as if Lucy didn’t already know. Lucy nodded, taking a fork out of the utensil drawer. “You should go.” “The invitation was extended to all three of us.
