She married my dad five years after Mom passed, and from day one, she bristled at any mention of Alice. After my engagement, her bitterness sharpened. First came the cruel jabs:
“Will you walk down the aisle alone, or drag your mother’s urn with you?”
Then the demands:
“You’ll wear my wedding dress. It’s tradition.”
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