>     “IIIIIIII can’t go through wwwwwwwith this,” she told herself over and over, as she wiped her eyes, and blew her nose, then made her way downstairs to help her mama with supper.

     The next day dragged on like a turtle crossing the road.  Women from all over the family, and friends, came over to cook and bake for the numerous guests that would be at the wedding reception.  From her room, Cecily could smell all the different aromas coming from the kitchen.  Roasting chickens, mashed potatoes, gravy, cole slaw, potatoes for potato salad, baked beans, and several different kinds of breads.  So many things were cooking and baking, her nose couldn’t keep up.  She stared at her good dress, her Sunday church dress, hanging on a hang...

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