![]() Lean handsome old men, short dark sharp-suited young men, shrunken great- aunts with lizard eyes, watch each other, watch the celebrities, but most of all watch her. With her in their midst, this brilliant schtuppable pioneer, who could not be happy? Every one of the three professionals’ cameras, the eighty-one amateur Nikons and Canons, points at that bone structure, that smile. There is one star of this show: tall and distractingly voluptuous in sea-green silk devoré. It is much more fun to circulate, speculate, pretend to ignore the onlookers, wait for the photographers to look your way.īut they will not. Despite the intense cold of this February day, nobody wants to go inside. Elderly and difficult cousins, naphthalene-scented in ancient Marks and Spencer’s good winter coats, raise their chins and ignore each other, their cheeks wet with wind-tears. Grandchildren frolic in the bright sunlight. The wedding will begin in fourteen minutes. There is, in the jokes of his many ushers, his parents’ smiling efficiency, the kisses and handshakes of his older relatives, a sense of relief. ![]() He is thirty-four he has not hurried, but now he is to marry and the next installment of family history has been ensured. ![]() Today is the wedding day of Leo, the firstborn. The Rubin family, everybody agrees, seems doomed to happiness. ![]()
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