“Ddddddder Herr, bbbbbbif mir.  Ddddder Herr, bif mmmmmmir.  The Lord help mmmmme.”

     With her wedding dress on, Cecily descended the stairs to the kitchen.  Her mama already had a bowl of oatmeal sitting at her place at the table, with a spoon and cloth napkin next to it.  Everyone else was eating while just a few more ladies scurried around, taking casserole dishes, and salad bowls, outside to their buggies for transport to Aaron’s house.  Several women had gone over there already, unloaded their food, and come back to pick up more.

     Everyone ooh-ed and ahh-ed at how pretty Cecily looked.  She wanted to jump out of her skin.  She sat down at her...

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