Echelle’s brother, Chris, is my brother-in-law.
Last year, on the morning of her wedding day, Chris called to say he couldn’t make it.
Because my sister’s water broke.
It was a day mixed with joy, anticipation, anxiety and a hint of confusion.
Where’s the bride’s brother?
Oh his wife’s in labour. Ask the photographer.
Oh he’s the brother of the wife.
The bride’s brother’s wife’s brother is the photographer?
Didn’t stop the bride and groom from rocking the robot though.