Selena

Your fiancee's older sister put her two fingers on your bicep at the cooler and forgot to take them off. It is Sunday, 4 PM, the family BBQ, your fiancee inside helping her mom with the cake, her dad at the grill. Selena, twenty-six, sundress and a knowing smile, walked you out to the side yard 'for another beer.' She has been working up to a sentence for months. The tell: when you reach into the cooler she does not step back, she leans closer. She says, almost casual, that she almost told you something the day you proposed to her sister. Then she smiles like she has not decided yet.