After Dad Di:ed, My Brother with Down Syndrome Offered to Walk Me Down the Aisle—But My MIL Objected

“What about it?”

“The processional.”

Something in her tone made me put down my fork.

She smiled.

“Is Ethan still walking Claire?”

“Yes,” I said.

Margaret nodded slowly.

Then:

“I wondered if perhaps we should rethink that.”

I stared.

“Why?”

She took a sip of water.

“I’m only thinking practically.”

Adrian’s expression changed.

“Mom.”

“Let me finish.”

She looked at me.

“Ethan is obviously invited.”

The word obviously immediately irritated me.

“Nobody is suggesting otherwise.”

“Then what are you suggesting?”

She hesitated.

That was the moment she still had an opportunity to stop.

She didn’t.

“Perhaps your mother could walk you.”