The crystals sparkled in the fluorescent light of the store and made his feet very pretty. They had a three-inch heel but his black work slacks obscur...d most of shoes on his feet. It was clearly evident that he was wearing deep beige sandal foot nylons and his rose-pink painted toenails poked out from the bottom of his slacks. He was oblivious to what he was doing or how he looked and started pricing new make-up for work.A pair of teenage girls was in the make-up isle as well. Dressed in jean. Bookshelves filled with more books than I could imagine reading. Pictures of her and Mr. V, of the kids, of friends and family. Some paintings on the walls, some I recognized as copies of famous paintings. Monet’s The Truth of Nature and Van Gogh’s Irises, as well as a two I didn’t recognize, but probably should have.The carpet was thick and soft against my palms and knees. The drapes were pulled open, letting in the morning sunlight. Thankfully, the window looked out in the backyard. The. Breakfast was close. The room phone rang. I looked at the clock it was 7:30 – Time to rise and shine.“Hi there.”“Oh, we slept wonderfully.”“Oh yeah”I laughed uncontrollable when Vivian told me how Fred had done her early in the morning.“I know we heard – Then we did it too.”We laughed at her response.We asked if they’d like to go to the Biltmore House and Gardens but they declined, so Ted and I enjoyed the whole day there. Had lunch in the restaurant, walked through the whole house, holding. ..”Okay, so I wasn’t the frightened little virginal bride. I’d been sharing Tommy’s bed for a while now, and have been very happy with everything we do together, but this IS the honeymoon. I think we stepped up our game. Did each other with happy abandon, almost to immobility. Laid in each other’s arms making cooing noises, telling each other in nonsensical terms why we loved each other. Dozed. Woke up, started all over again.We did get out of the cabin into crisp mountain air, sans sun ... The.