Karl Henson and I had agreed: our island wedding would include both sets of parents.

The day we were supposed to leave, I waited a long time at the airport.

What I got instead was Karl arriving with his childhood sweetheart, Nellie Swanson, her whole family, and seven or eight of her relatives.

Every one of them held a boarding pass.

Every one of them except my parents.

I asked Karl, "Where are my mom and dad?"

He was pushing Nellie's mother's suitcase along, and he didn't even look up.

"There weren't enough plane tickets."

"I booked them a hard coach seat on the train."

Thirty-some hours in a hard seat.

Then a bus transfer, and after that a boat.

But my dad had just had spinal surgery, and my mom got carsick — two hours in a car and she'd be throwing up.

My voice shook. "Then why does every one of Nellie's relatives have a ticket?"

Karl frowned.

"Nellie's parents are getting on in years. They can't take the wear of a trip like that."

"Besides, her relatives were added at the last minute. We can't make them come all this way for nothing."

That was when my phone rang.

Her voice was careful, timid, like she was afraid of being any trouble to me.

"Sweetheart, it's just that your dad and I have never flown before. We didn't want to embarrass you two."

"The train's nice too. You just sit a while and you're there."

My nose stung, and before I could get a word out, I heard my dad off to the side, stifling a cough.

He seemed afraid I'd hear it, and rushed to lower his voice.

"Don't tell her. It's the big day, her wedding. Don't make her worry."

In that moment, I looked at the cheerful, bustling crowd around Karl.

And all at once I felt there was no reason to go through with this wedding.

——

That was when Nellie came over, eyes red.

"Alice Donaldson, please don't hold this against Karl."

"How about I have my aunt give up her ticket."

She paused, then added softly,

"It's just that it's my aunt's first time going to the island. She's been looking forward to it for so long."

Karl immediately patted the back of her hand.

"What does any of this have to do with you? I'm the one who arranged the tickets."

He turned to look at me, his tone already edged with impatience.

"Nellie's relatives are already here at the airport."

"We can't make them come all this way for nothing."

Someone nearby let out a low laugh.

"Country old-timers are probably more comfortable on a train anyway."

"There are too many rules on a plane. Wouldn't want them making fools of themselves."

Karl clearly heard it.

But all he said was, "They don't mean anything by it."

"It's a happy day. Don't be so sensitive."

I stared at him.

"My dad just had spinal surgery. My mom gets carsick."

"And you're sending them by train to come to my wedding on the island?"

Karl's brow creased.

"Don't make it sound so dire."

"Your folks are used to being frugal. They won't mind taking the train."

"Besides, I already sent them the route. Once they arrive, they transfer to a bus and then a boat. It's very convenient."

He said it so easily.

But the moment I pictured my dad's back, the one he couldn't bend, and my mom's face going pale the instant she got in a car, my chest felt like a fist had clamped down hard around it.

It was my mom.

It was loud on the other end, the train station announcements bleeding through.

Her voice was careful.

"Alice, we're on board."

"The train's nice. Don't you worry."

For a second my throat closed up.

"Mom, you and Dad get off right now."

"I'll buy you both new plane tickets."

My mom said quickly,

"No need, no need. Don't go spending money."

"Your son-in-law has it all arranged so well."

"I've never flown before. I didn't want to embarrass you two."

From beside her came my dad's muffled cough.

He seemed afraid I'd hear it, and hurried to say,

"Don't tell her."

"It's the big day. Don't make her worry."

My eyes went red in an instant.

"Dad, does your back hurt?"

My father let out two quick laughs. "It doesn't hurt, don't worry, not even a little."

But the next second, someone on the other end of the line snapped impatiently:

"Hey, old man, can you not block the aisle?"

My mother hurried to smooth it over.

"Sorry, so sorry, his back's bad, he's a little slow."

My grip on the phone tightened, little by little.

I could almost picture them.

My father, one hand braced on a seat, unable to straighten his back.

My mother shielding the luggage with one arm while apologizing to a stranger with the other.

They'd never once flown in their lives.

Yet before this trip, they'd been as excited as two children.

Half a month ago, I'd gone home to get our household papers.

My father was standing in front of the mirror, trying on a suit.

He'd saved a month's pay to buy it, said he couldn't embarrass me at the wedding.

The cuffs ran an inch too long, and the shoulders didn't fit right.

But he still smiled and asked me:

"Sweetheart, going to the resort island like this, will I make you lose face?"

My mother packed the dried fish, the pickled radish, and the homemade peanut brittle into the suitcase, bag by bag.

"It's the first time meeting all those relatives on the in-laws' side. We can't show up empty-handed."

"Your husband's good to you, so we have to mind our manners too."

Back then I'd laughed at how seriously they took it.

I told them, "Karl's got it all arranged. You two just follow me."

When my mother heard that, her eyes lit up.

The next day she told everyone she met:

"My daughter's getting married on a resort island."

"Her husband-to-be's flying us out there."

But now.

They hadn't gotten on the plane.

They didn't even have a boarding pass to their name.

On the other end of the line, my mother was still gingerly coaxing me.

On the phone, she was still trying to calm me down.

"Alice, don't be upset."

"Your husband's work keeps him busy. Arranging for all these people isn't easy."

"Us two old folks taking the train, we can even save a little money."

I closed my eyes for a moment.

"Mom, get off the train."

"This wedding, I'm calling it off."

My mother was terrified.

"Don't talk nonsense."

"Your dad and I are perfectly fine on the train. Don't be stubborn."

But I couldn't listen anymore.

I hung up and turned to leave.

Karl grabbed my arm.

"Where are you going?"

"To pick up my parents."

His face darkened.

"We're boarding any minute. If you leave, what happens to the wedding?"

I looked at him.

"My parents won't even be there. What wedding is there to hold?"

Nellie's mother gave a soft little cough.

Karl let go of me at once, turning to drape his coat over her shoulders.

"Ma'am, is the air conditioning too cold for you?"

The motion was practiced and attentive.

I stood where I was, and suddenly even confronting him felt pointless.

So it turned out he knew the elderly were frail and shouldn't be put through hardship.

He knew, too, that older folks needed looking after.

It was only that all this thoughtfulness.

Had never once been spared for my parents.

Karl turned back, his tone short.

"Alice, stop making a scene."

"I've already arranged things for your parents."

I gently pulled my hand free.

A thirty-some-hour economy coach seat ticket.

A route that meant transferring to a bus and then a boat.

And my parents, the whole way, gingerly covering for him to save his face.

This was his arrangement.

I was just about to leave the airport when my phone rang again.

My mother, still.

This time, her voice was even more panicked than before.

"Alice... it looks like we can't take the train."

My heart sank hard.

"What do you mean, you can't take the train?"

It was loud on the other end, an attendant's impatient voice cutting through.

My mother dropped her voice, like she was afraid someone might hear.

"They said the tickets are wrong."

"They said these are yesterday's tickets, no good for today."

"They've already made us get off."

A sharp ringing went through my head.

Karl had said he'd taken care of everything.

So this was what "taken care of" meant. He'd bought my parents two expired coach seat tickets.

I gripped the phone tighter.

"Mom, where are you right now?"

My mother said in a rush,

"Alice, don't blame Karl."

"He's got so many people to arrange. A mix-up in all that chaos is only normal."

Beside her, I heard my father trying to hold back a cough.

"We'll just wait here at the station for a bit."

"It's no trouble."

"Don't let it hold up your boarding."

They'd been thrown off the train.

Left standing in an unfamiliar train station.

And still they were making excuses for Karl.

My eyes stung with heat as I turned to look at him.

"You bought my parents yesterday's tickets?"

Karl's expression shifted, just slightly.

"What?"

I held the phone up in front of his face.

"They got kicked off the train."

"This is what you call taken care of?"

At last Karl's brow furrowed.

It was as though he was only now realizing this might actually be a problem. He frowned.

"The assistant probably made a mistake when booking the tickets."

"Don't get worked up just yet."

As he spoke, he pulled out his phone and made a call.

"I'll have my assistant go pick up your parents."

"We won't fly today after all."

"I'll rebook us all to leave together tomorrow."

He said it quickly, his tone softening a little.

Like he was managing some sudden incident.

But as I watched him, something in me kept turning colder.

If I hadn't kept pressing him.

If my mother hadn't called.

Would my parents have been left at that train station, clutching their luggage, waiting until dark?

That was when Nellie came over, her eyes red.

"It's all my fault."

"If my relatives hadn't added people at the last minute, your parents wouldn't have lost their plane tickets."

She said it, and her voice dropped lower still.

"But it's my parents' first time traveling so far, and I was scared there'd be no one to look after them."

Karl looked at her at once.

"How is any of this your fault?"

"Stop taking everything on yourself."

Watching the way he shielded Nellie, I suddenly felt the whole thing was absurd.

My parents had been bought the wrong tickets and thrown off the train.

His first reaction was that it was a nuisance.

Nellie's eyes went red.

And he was instantly aching for her, as if she'd suffered some terrible wrong.

A little over half an hour later, the assistant brought my parents to the airport.

The moment my mother saw me, she hurried to hide the plastic bag in her hand behind her back.

Inside was the peanut brittle she'd prepared to bring to the island.

It must have gotten crushed in the crowd back on the platform. The bag had split open, some of the brittle broken to pieces, sticking to the clear plastic.

My father had a hand pressed to his lower back, his face frighteningly pale.

Yet when he saw Karl, the first words out of his mouth were,

"Karl, sorry for the trouble we've caused you."

"It was the two of us, we didn't read the tickets right."

My nose prickled.

"Dad."

But Karl only glanced down at his watch.

"At least it didn't hold us up too long."

My mother held out that broken plastic bag, smiling carefully.

"Karl, this is peanut brittle I made myself."

"And a little dried fish too, for your parents."

"It's my first time meeting all those relatives of yours. I couldn't show up empty-handed."

Karl glanced down at it.

His brow knit almost on reflex.

"Ma'am, the island hotel provides set meals for everyone."

"These strong-smelling things, just don't bring them onto the island."