The organist paused a moment in her playing. Ann looked atme and said, "Ready?" I nodded my head, too choked up withemotion to speak. She then offered...me her arm and we proceededin to the familiar strains of "Here Comes the Bride." From thispoint on, it is all a blur. I remember thinking that theorganist was playing this for me. I was the bride!! I saw Karenand she was beaming with pride and with love. I heard PastorNicole start by saying, "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here inthe presence of. This made the time to do milking go way down. Over the next three years, our dairy cows went from 25 to 65 in number. We were now selling our milk for a bit of a profit.Emily had also done well in school and was offered a full scholarship to the same college that Heather was attending. When she left for college that fall, I was holding our daughter and crying. I tried to stay calm for Megan's sake, but I couldn't hold it in. Megan didn't want her mommy to leave.For the next three years, we. Six years away at the convent had done nothing but to teach me to be a proud social outcast. All in all, I was the reason of the grey streaks in my father’s hair. That was not all though, when I reached the very worrying age of 25, another problem hit home- who was going to marry me? My father could live with a social outcast but to live with an unmarried daughter…He would rather kill himself. So, the biggest question arises…why would the most eligible bachelor of the century-Micheal Aramis, MP. When I first met her, she was already sexually liberated, which means that she was called everything from a “flirt” to the less complimentary term, “slut.” At that time – the conservative fifties – everyone was supposed to toe the conventional line, especially women, most especially, married women. But with me she could do no wrong, and in defense of her independent streak, I think of her – in retrospect – as a beautiful, vivacious, strong-willed and ambitious person who knew what she wanted.