“Your first round is on me,” Donna says. “And you get one song request.”

“I’ll have a cosmo,” Mallory says. This is another tradition, drinks right out of Sex and the City. “And would you please ask Tony to play ‘School’s Out,’ by Alice Cooper?”

“Just a seltzer for me,” Apple says.

When Donna walks away to put in their order, Apple turns to Mallory and whispers, “I’m pregnant.”

There is much rejoicing! Mallory is…Eeeeeeeeeee! So happy! “When did you find out?” Mallory asks.

“Last weekend,” Apple says. “I’m just eight weeks, so we haven’t told anyone but family yet.”

“And Hugo?” Mallory says. “He’s happy?” Mallory has started referring to Hugo as GGW, for “greatest guy in the world.” There’s no need to explain why; he just is.

“He wants to move the wedding up,” Apple says. “His mother, his aunties, his granny Beulah…they’re old-fashioned.”

Donna drops the drinks off and Mallory takes the first tart, refreshing, and well-deserved sip of her cosmo. Tony Maroney says into his microphone, “Here’s some Steely Dan for two beautiful teachers, ‘My Old School.’”

“That’s not what I asked for,” Mallory murmurs.

Apple says, “So, anyway, we’ve decided to get married Labor Day weekend over on the Vineyard.”

It’s a situation.

Apple is Mallory’s best friend on Nantucket. Apple is the reason Mallory has her job at the high school, her identity, her entire island life. Apple is her person—when Mallory needs someone to watch Link at the last minute, when she needs a ride down to the ferry or someone to pick her up after a root canal, it’s Apple. Mallory and Link spend the holidays with Apple and Hugo—the fondue on New Year’s Eve, Easter brunch, the fireworks on the Fourth of July.

There can be no missing Apple and Hugo’s wedding.

Mallory tells herself it will be fine. But how? How will it be fine? It’s not just a Saturday ceremony and reception where Mallory and Jake might fly over for the day and Jake would go to the Navigator for a few beers while Mallory attended the wedding. It’s a whole-weekend extravaganza. There’s a Friday-night clambake at Lambert’s Cove, then the wedding at the Old Whaling Church, then the reception in the garden at Preservation Hall, then a dance party at the Hot Tin Roof. And on Sunday, a brunch at the Art Cliff Diner. Hugo belongs to one of the most prominent African-American families on the Vineyard. His mother, Wanda, has five sisters, one of whom is a longtime selectwoman. There is no messing around when one of their children gets married. They’re renting out the Charlotte Inn for their guests.

Mallory has to figure out her options while at the same time remaining not only supportive and helpful but exuberant about Apple’s impending nuptials. Apple has two sisters and two sisters-in-law, so Mallory doesn’t have to worry about being a bridesmaid. Which means she will be just a regular guest.

Could she skip it? She fabricates excuses and tries each of them on. A nasty stomach bug? Something with Link—he can’t go to Fray’s like he’s supposed to because Fray and Anna switched the schedule at the last minute? Apple would say, Bring Link, he can be the ring bearer. So it’d have to be the stomach bug.

Mallory feels like the most despicable human being ever born for even having this thought. She doesn’t deserve a friend like Apple.

There’s no one Mallory can ask for advice. She has to look inward, and her gut is telling her there’s only one answer: Go to the wedding, have fun, cancel Jake.

She thinks about what it would mean to cancel Jake, not to see him for yet another year. She thinks about the phrase No matter what. She thinks about Doris, in the movie, saying, “I knew… that no matter what the price, I was willing to pay it,” as she stands at the airport in 1956 when George threatens to fly home because his guilt is overwhelming.

They’ve made it through eleven summers. That in itself is remarkable. Having a conflict like this is a part of life; it happens to everyone. You want to be two places at once but it’s impossible.

Maybe they can reschedule for the weekend before or the weekend after. In years past, Jake has spent the last two weeks of August with Bess and Ursula in Michigan, so the weekend before might not work for him. The weekend after, Link will be back home from his time with Fray, so that’s no good.

Mallory considers simply informing Jake that they’re going to Martha’s Vineyard for the weekend. They won’t stay at the Charlotte Inn with everyone; they’ll get a hotel room somewhere else, maybe in Chilmark or Aquinnah. She’ll make a brief appearance at the clambake; she’ll skip the brunch. She’ll ask Jake to meet her at the Hot Tin Roof. It will be dimly lit and loud; people will be drunk. They’ll go back to Nantucket first thing on Sunday.

It’s not optimal, nope, not at all. Jake might even refuse to go. But every relationship requires compromise, especially this one.

Jake would never want her to miss Apple’s wedding.

Mallory wastes precious hours imagining how Apple and Hugo’s wedding weekend should go. Mallory should be able to take a date to the clambake who will sit with her in the sand as the sun sets, then spread a blanket out for her in front of the bonfire. She should be with someone who charms Hugo’s aunties and brings them whiskey sours from the bar during the garden reception so they don’t have to walk across the grass in their heels. She should be with someone she can introduce as her boyfriend, someone she can slow-dance with, someone she can hold hands with as Apple and Hugo say their vows.

Someone like…Scott Fulton.

Yes, let’s say it: Scott would be a good date for Apple and Hugo’s wedding. But that ship has sailed. Scott and Mallory broke up over six weeks ago, and Scott has vanished from Mallory’s life. He’s conducting himself in the breakup as nobly as he conducted himself in the relationship. Mallory has to sit on her hands to keep from calling him sometimes. One night, when Link asked for Scott, Mallory decided that she’d made a mistake and that she would drive to his office the next morning to tell him she wanted to get back together. She would have to deal with Lori Spaulding first—Scott might even be dating Lori now—but Mallory would give it a shot.

In the morning, she came to her senses. All it took was imagining organ music spilling out of the Sconset Chapel, Mallory waiting outside the double doors in a white dress, about to commit to Scott Fulton for the rest of her life.

Nope.

There is no one for Mallory but Jake. She thinks all the way back to her bubblegum-princess days with Leland, listening to the Grease album on the record player—he’s the one that she wants.

She prays to God for an intervention, a revelation, a solution. For something to happen. Something, anything, please.

The second Saturday in August every year brings the Boston Pops to the island. They perform a benefit concert on Jetties Beach for thousands of people, raising two million dollars for the Nantucket Cottage Hospital. It’s one of Mallory’s favorite nights of the summer. She and Link go with Apple and Hugo; they always set up camp in the very back by the lapping waves of the sound so that they can enjoy an evening swim and then a gourmet picnic—Mallory plans what she’s making all year long and Apple brings the wine—and they listen to the orchestra and wait for the fireworks at the end of the 1812 Overture.