Trinna shrugged. “I hadn’t considered that. I’ll remember that if it ever happens again.” She winked down at Ray. “How did the wedding go?”
Struggling to think of what to say, Mrs. McHenry stammered, “It was…”
“Terrible!” Mr. McHenry finally entered, after having been distracted by a neighbor. “The father of the bride got drunk started a fight with who he ASSUMED was the father of the groom.”
“Cool!” Ray said, his eyes going a little wide.
“Only it was a waiter.” Mr. McHenry rolled his eyes as he continued. “Who was younger than the groom. And wearing a hotel staff uniform. And who apparently was a martial arts student.”
“Wow, sounds exciting.” said Trinna.
Mrs. McHenry rubbed her forehead. “Long story short, we may get called as witnesses at an assault trial.”
“Did you get us anything?” Ray said expectantly.
