Jed Clampett called back inside."Company!? Who?!" a small, wiry, wizened old woman said as she came out into the harsh sunlight."It's Maryanne, someth...ng!" That's Marion," the stranger told her."Mary Anne!? That sounds like a woman's name. And a young one, at that," she said, peering through her granny glasses.The man who was closer to her age than Mr. Clampett's sighed, "Everybody says that." He's a doctor, Granny!" a smiling Mr. Clampett told her."A DOCter!!" The semi-stooped woman snapped up. Serpin reorientated herself after her rude expulsion and looked down on the man she had bonded her soul to.She then squealed when he surprised her by lunging at her and knocking her back so that she landed on her back. He pinned her arms with his elbows and held her hands above her head. He rammed his hips into her and locked a leg with his when she tried to wriggle from under him.“Don’t,” he growled. “Don’t ever let me hear you say that you are ugly again. I will not have it.” He lowered his. It’s disrespectful.’ ‘Disrespectful!’ I balked. ‘You’re lucky that I let you stay here… especially when I remember how you broke my father’s heart!’ ‘I saved your life tonight… or did you not notice that?’ he hissed. ‘And as for your father…’ he winced, groaning from the pain of his wound. ‘What about my father?’ I demanded to know, too angry to care about his injured back. ‘How could you just leave like that Olu? Dad was devastated. He hasn’t been the same since…’ ‘Are you sure you’re talking. I sort of understood. Everyone that worked on Sean and Sheila's wedding had stories to tell grandchildren. It was a lot of work, which they did, yet I received the lion's share of the credit. Even Sean, who runs a billion dollar company, sings my praises. I only did what needed doing. I never tried to be popular, but for some reason I was.Unlike Sean and Sheila's wedding, the weather was bad. I have no idea what we would have done with less than perfect weather that whole week. For my wedding,.