The wedding was in a banquet hall that used to be a bowling alley, and Charlie Briggs was there because someone texted him the address and he showed up. He didn't know the couple. He rarely knew the people at the weddings he attended. He went because people asked, and in a town of eight thousand people where everybody knew everybody's business, asking was as close to commanding as you were going to get.

Kelly was getting married. She looked happy in the way that people look happy when they're trying to convince themselves.

After the cake, they ended up on the loading dock behind the hall. Charlie offered her a cigarette. She said she quit. He smoked anyway. They talked about nothing - the weather, the plant closing, how Gary used to tell the same joke at every shift.

Kelly went home with someone else. Charlie drove back to his mother's basement in silence.

***

The second gathering was a wedding at a church in town where the paint was peeling off the pews and the organ played slightly out of tune. Charlie went because Tony, his cousin, asked him to. Tony was getting married for the second time. The first wife had left him six months after the wedding and taken the dog.

Charlie sat in the third row and watched Tony say I do to a woman named Debbie, who smiled the whole time in a way that suggested she knew something Charlie didn't. Maybe she did. Maybe that was the secret - knowing something nobody else knew and carrying it around like a stone in your pocket.

Kelly wasn't at this one. Charlie noticed and filed the observation away in the part of his brain that stored things he couldn't do anything about.

***

The third gathering was a baptism in a living room with folding chairs. Charlie's aunt's daughter's boyfriend's brother was having a child baptized, which meant someone in the extended network of people Charlie vaguely knew was starting a family. Charlie went because it was free beer and fried chicken after the ceremony, and free beer and fried chicken were among the few good things that still happened in this town.

Kelly was at this one too. She was sitting at a table near the back, drinking a beer and talking to a woman Charlie didn't recognize. She looked up when he walked in. Nodded. He nodded back. Sat down at a different table.

Gary would have made a joke about this, Charlie thought. Gary always had a joke for everything. Gary, who had worked the same shift at the auto plant for eighteen years and talked about the same jokes for eighteen years and never got tired of them because he knew Charlie would laugh anyway.

Gary had died four months ago. Not in an accident. Not dramatically. Just slowly, over months and months of coughing and hospital visits and the slow realization that eighteen years of breathing industrial chemicals was catching up with him.

Charlie hadn't gone to the funeral. He had called in sick. That was the kind of brother he was. The kind who showed up to weddings and baptisms and engagement parties but not funerals.

***

The fourth gathering was an engagement party. It was held in the parking lot of a Denny's because that's where people park now when they don't have a house big enough for a party. Tony's friend Mike had gotten engaged to a woman he'd met at work, and the engagement party consisted of twelve people standing around beer cans in a parking lot while someone played music from a phone.

Kelly was there. Charlie was there. Gary wasn't.

Charlie stood next to Kelly near the Denny's entrance and watched the other guests drink and talk about football and wedding plans and what color the nursery should be. Green, Kelly had said once, in a conversation that happened six months ago and had consisted of exactly four sentences. Nursery green. Not too bright. Not too dark. Just right.

She was talking about a nursery for a child she might have with someone else. Charlie was drinking a beer he didn't want from a can he'd picked up off the ground.

"You okay?" Kelly asked. She was looking at him the way teachers look at students who are trying to figure something out - patiently, without pressure.

"Yeah."

"You don't look okay."

"I look like I look."

"That's not an answer."

"It's the only one I've got."

She didn't push it. That was one thing Kelly had going for her - she knew when to stop pushing. Most people in this town pushed too hard. They pushed at everything - at each other, at the past, at the future, at anything that wouldn't push back.

***

The fifth gathering was Charlie's mother's birthday dinner. It was at a Chinese restaurant that had been there since 1987 and would probably be there until the town disappeared. The owner, Mr. Wong, remembered Charlie's father, who used to bring the family here for celebrations before the plant closed and before the celebrations stopped happening.

Charlie's mother ordered the same thing she always ordered - General Tso's chicken. Charlie ordered the same thing he always ordered - beef and broccoli. Kelly ordered the same thing she always ordered when she was with Charlie - something she didn't actually want but ordered because she didn't want to make a decision.

They sat at the corner table, the one by the window that looked out onto Main Street, where the storefronts were slowly turning into storefronts for rent signs. Three people at the table. Charlie, his mother, Kelly. His mother talked about the weather and the grocery prices and the neighbor whose dog kept barking. Kelly nodded and smiled and ate her food. Charlie listened and ate his food and watched the street.

A man walked by in a suit. A woman walked by in jeans. A truck drove by slowly, its headlights cutting through the dusk. The restaurant's fluorescent lights hummed. Mr. Wong came out from the kitchen and nodded at them the way he nodded at everyone - like he was glad they were there and sad they were leaving.

***

The sixth gathering was Tony's wedding. The real one. Not the engagement party in the Denny's parking lot. The actual wedding, held in a church that had been a church for forty years and would probably be a church for forty more, even though the congregation had shrunk from two hundred people to forty and the pastor was seventy-two and retiring next year.

Charlie's job was to organize the bachelor party, which meant drinking beer in Tony's garage while Tony's friends talked about football and complained about their wives. Kelly showed up because she and Tony's sister had gone to high school together.

They ended up in the kitchen, washing glasses. The kind of task that couples assign to the people who aren't quite part of the wedding but aren't quite strangers either.

"You know," Kelly said, drying a glass that was already dry, "I think you're the most honest person I've ever met."

Charlie didn't know what to say to that. He set the glass down. Picked it up. Set it down again.

"I'm not honest," he said. "I'm just tired of pretending."

Kelly looked at him for a long time. The kitchen was quiet except for the hum of the refrigerator and the sound of Tony's friends in the garage, laughing at a joke Charlie hadn't heard.

"What are you pretending about?" Kelly asked.

Charlie didn't answer. He went home and lay on his couch and watched the ceiling. He had been lying on that couch for three years, in different positions. The ceiling had the same crack it had had for three years. He traced it with his eyes the way he traced Gary's face in his memory - line by line, feature by feature, trying to hold onto something that was already gone.

***

Kelly got divorced. She came to the diner on a Tuesday morning. Charlie was there, sitting at the counter, drinking coffee that cost one dollar and twenty-five cents.

He looked up when she walked in. She sat down next to him.

"I need a drink," she said.

"We have coffee," Charlie said.

She smiled, just a little. "Yeah. I know."

The bell on the diner door rang. Someone came in. A man in a work uniform, smelling of grease and morning air. He sat at a table near the window and opened a newspaper.

Kelly ordered coffee. Charlie finished his.

Outside, the town was doing what towns do - existing, slowly, one day at a time, in a place where the plant had closed and the storefronts were empty and the people kept showing up to weddings and baptisms and birthday dinners and diners on Tuesday mornings, because that's what you did. You showed up. You drank your coffee. You sat next to someone you cared about and didn't know what to say to.

And that was it. That was the whole story.

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