Isabel the protagonist becomes better acquainted with the disabled Colin when they attend her daughter's wedding.
“What’s all that white?” Colin asked.
“That’s Queen Anne’s lace,” Isabel told him, and then they were among it. The wheelchair could hardly find the path through the crowding stems. All around, white flowers thrust and nodded, rank upon rank of them, massing to create the effect of snow. Tiny white petals fell all over Colin’s knees and shoulders and even his head. It was like pushing through froth, or getting caught up in a bride’s veil. He laughed, and stopped to push the plants aside with his hands.
“We’re in fairyland,” he said. “We really are. We must have said the magic word.”