Don't Kiss the Bride: An Age Gap, Marriage of Convenience Romance

Trust is such a fragile gift. I’m not sure I’ll ever give it again.

I see,” she says, with that teasing hint in her voice that tells me she’s not buying a word I’m saying. “I think she really wants to ship us.”

I look up from my magazine. “Ship us? Where?”

I have lots of memories of hanging out under the bleachers with friends, smoking cigarettes and joints, having random philosophical discussions.