Sitting in the crowded church, with its decorations of tawny tiger lilies and lemon-hued gladioli. the C. G. I. T. girls had done it for Winnie. Pat thought busily to keep herself from crying. Winnie had warned her solemnly. "Pat, don't you DARE cry when I'm getting married." She had been so near crying at Aunt Hazel's wedding long ago but this was tenfold worse.
It was odd to see the groom so pale. he was always so pink and chubby. But he looked well. She was glad he was nice-looking. If Silver Bush had to have in-laws it should have handsome ones. Uncle Tom's magnificent beard looked purple in the light that fell on it through the stained glass window. like some old Assyrian king's. Winnie had said, "I do." How solemn! Just a word uttered or unuttered and a whole life was changed. perhaps even the course of history. If Napoleon's mother had said "No," in place of "Yes?" Why, it was over. it was over. Winnie was Mrs. Frank Russell. the bridal party was going into the vestry. Uncle Brian's Norma was singing the bridal anthem. Pat recalled that long-ago day when she had slapped Norma's face.
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