![]() ![]() ![]() It is much more fun to circulate, speculate, pretend to ignore the onlookers, wait for the photographers to look your way.īut they will not. Despite the intense cold of this February day, nobody wants to go inside. Elderly and difficult cousins, naphthalene-scented in ancient Marks and Spencer’s good winter coats, raise their chins and ignore each other, their cheeks wet with wind-tears. Grandchildren frolic in the bright sunlight. ![]() The wedding will begin in fourteen minutes. There is, in the jokes of his many ushers, his parents’ smiling efficiency, the kisses and handshakes of his older relatives, a sense of relief. He is thirty-four he has not hurried, but now he is to marry and the next installment of family history has been ensured. Today is the wedding day of Leo, the firstborn. The Rubin family, everybody agrees, seems doomed to happiness. ![]()
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