Allison even at one point feared for Abigail's safety. Yet, Abigail never backed down, and after a while Analise had locked herself in her bedroom, re...using to continue the discussion.Abigail and Allison were going to stay at a hotel for the night, and then decide what to do in the morning. Allison leaned her head back and closed her eyes.Abigail slid into the seat beside Allison. She looked over at Allison with concern in her eyes."How you doing, little one?" Allison opened her eyes and rolled. "Ashley has suggested that in this country and in this religion, a wedding is an intimate occasion. While there is no precise definition of intimate in this context, it is uncontroverted that eighteen hundred exceeds it by thirteen to fifteen hundred."Universal wedding etiquette places the comfort and enjoyment of the guests near the top of the list. The expense, effort and logistics required to seat eighteen hundred people plus the support staff to purchase, prepare, serve, clean up and. He looked down to see what had happened to his pants and was shocked to see two globes hanging from his chest!He jumped up, causing a book that had been on his lap to fall to the ground. He looked around. He was in a tiny little room. There was a chair that looked like someone had saved it from the trashmen. There was a small stack of books beside the chair and a crib right in the middle of the room. He could see a small little kitchenette of to one side, and a door, that he somehow knew led to. Then, two officers stood me up.I told them, "Officer, my hands hurt. I can hardly feel them."They took me to the squad car as an ambulance pulled up and the paramedics went to Ray and were working on him. The officer told one of the paramedics to come and look at my hands. He told him they were swelling and covered in blood. I didn't know if it was mine or Ray's.The paramedic was a black guy named Jim. He was a decent sort. He asked the officer if he would remove the cuffs but the officer.