I asked Elizabeth in a trembling voice if she would braid my hair so I could put it over my shoulder before I was beheaded.My guard stood in silence. ... could see the pity in his eyes and the deep sorrow as he looked at me. He spoke and said my queen if there was a way to save you by giving my life in exchange for yours I would gladly die for you. I quietly thanked him as tears began to run down my cheeks. I inquired as to how much time I had until the sunrise. My guard told me I had 2 or 3. After I was in position, she pointed to the other side of the frame and holly went and stood between the dangling chains on that side.I was looking over at holly trying to give her a smile of support when Mistress Tracey said gruffly, “Up.” I hadn’t noticed that she had set a small stool in front of me. I got up on the stool and Mistress Tracey said, “Arms.” I held my arms straight up over my head and she added angrily, “Spread!”I pointed my arms at the top of the chains and Mistress Sam, who. I had missed all that. I was enjoying myself so much and neurotically worrying so much if I was good enough, I hadn’t taken a moment to think about the wedding. Many of the choices others are routinely granted had been taken from me by my Father’s needs. Some of the thrill of self indulgence had been taken from me by Jeff. He didn’t care how much I overindulged myself as long as that would allow him to live with me as his wife. What a killjoy. For sure Jen and Sandy would be bridesmaids. I was. "Maybe," Vicky replied. "Maybe I will." You don't act as if you want to talk about it."Vicky laughed. "I don't."Beatrice lit a cigarette. "Would you rather talk about Jocko?" Maybe," Vicky answered."What else is there to talk about?" We don't have to talk about anything," Vicky then said, looking briefly at Beatrice and then back at the road ahead."No, I don't suppose we do," Beatrice agreed. "I feel like talking though." So, talk. I'll listen."Beatrice thought a moment, and then she said, "I.