A few guests wiped at their eyes already.
I kept going.
“When Mason was six, he tried to shave like his father and accidentally took off one eyebrow.”
A ripple of laughter moved through the room.
“He was so embarrassed that he locked himself in the bathroom. He thought everyone would laugh when they saw him.”
Mason reached for my hand.
“He thought everyone would laugh when they saw him.”
“Maribel knocked once, walked in, picked up the razor, and shaved off one of her own.”
The laughter vanished.
“She did not tell him to be brave,” I said, my gaze locked on Maribel. “She did not tell him it was silly. She simply refused to let him stand alone in his embarrassment.”
Maribel’s fingers moved to the edge of her scarf.
