Mary sitting alone in her house on a Thursday afternoon is thinking about non other but her husband coming home. She was a very loving wife “There was a slow smiling air about her, and about everything she did” (379). She was a very calm person and was “…curiously tranquil” (379) six months pregnant.STORYTELLER: Once upon a time there was a young woman, pretty as a day in June and a young man stood by her side, smart as a whip and handsome as a polo horse. They met in high school and fell in love on a merry day in May. Before long, the young man dropped to his knee, pulled a diamond from his pocket, and won the young woman’s hand in marriage. BRIDE: Uh, excuse us, Mr. Storyteller?
STORYTELLER: Moving right along. With the blessings of their compatible— BRIDE: Mr. Storyteller!
STORYTELLER: Excuse me a moment. (to BRIDE) Yes, what is it? BRIDE: We didn’t exactly meet in high school.
STORYTELLER: Yes you did, it says so right here.
BRIDE: We met in a bar.
GROOM: And we dated on and off for five years while she experimented with a few other relationships. STORYTELLER: How nice. Well. For our purposes, let’s say you met in high school, shall we? (back to the kids) So. With the blessings of their compatible families, the young man and woman were to be married. BRIDE: (to GROOM) Wait a minute. As I recall, you kept breaking it off. GROOM: What?
BRIDE: Yeah. Then you’d want me back the minute I had a new boyfriend. GROOM: You certainly didn’t waste any time...