”The preacher asks, “Elizabeth Morgan do you feel the same way?”She swears, “Hell yes, please marry us now!”The preacher starts, “Love is ...he reason we are here. In marriage we not only say I love you today, but also say I promise to love you for all of our tomorrows.”Bernard Townshend and Elizabeth Morgan, in the days ahead of you, there will be stormy times and good times, times of conflict and times of joy. I ask you to remember this advice:Never go to bed angry.Let your love be stronger. Buttonight, he was not in a mood to do that. She seemed just a little olderthan his son. They both had futures. His life was set on its course.Hers, like his sons, was only just beginning.He slowed as did his followers. Then he came to a stop beside her. Herhair was in a fairly short style, but was blonde and shiny, flapping inthe breeze. It seemed as if the girl had taken time to look good. Canany corpse look good? Not smashed to pieces on the rocks below, hethought.She turned to face. Mausoleums were a rare commodity on Bejek. The stonework fascinated me. The priests didn't profess a need to preserve a body like some religions so I had to figure that this set of tombs were older than the current doctrine.With some lights powered by a generator, I photographed all the details I could. I didn't see any hidden meaning here, just something that was odd.When a tabulation of all of what we found was made, I saw that the solid portal that lead to Tula was gone. This and its key. In a reversal from the first time they'd spent time in Andy's bed, this time Regan had dozed lightly and let her boyfriend sleep. But Rita had sent a text to alert Regan that the female group was on the way home. It was a bit earlier than Regan had predicted but she couldn't be upset.By tomorrow morning, everyone in the city would know that Andy Drayton was with her. She smiled as she rolled to face him and planted a soft kiss on his nose. He awakened and Regan giggled at his cross-eyed.