I never swore at my sisters again (in large part because as we grew up,all four of us became so close).But that's another story (and one I might tell ...n future). This,however, is the true story of how I came to be the bridesmaid of myeldest sister, Alice. Oh! And in case you thunk it ended with me being a bridesmaid, thinkagain. My life was never the same again.-------------------My name (in case you hadn't realized by now!) is Danny. You alreadyknow I have three sisters and a mom. What I. " His silent conversation ended abruptly as he felt the muscles in her arm flex in preparation to make good her escape. Without further thought, words began to tumble from his mouth."Christine, wait! No one is more surprised than I am to realize that we met so long ago, but do you not feel the serendipity of this moment? Now, perhaps, we have an explanation for the connection we feel for each other. I, myself, take comfort in this thought, as I am unused to feeling so overwhelmed by my emotions. She was very nice. She wanted to fix me up with the younger sisters of her friends. I replied, "I appreciate it; maybe later."After I came back from Winston's, I became ill. I stayed ill Saturday morning but felt better Saturday afternoon. I read my texts Saturday. I had two writing courses, a quantitative methods class, a second level accounting class, and history. The two writing texts went quickly; only part of each contradicted the other. Quantitative methods didn't seem difficult. The. He only stood and stared at her proudly, thinking what a beautiful daughter he'd raised. She had seemed to gain some weight over the past year but that had only served to make her natural curves softer and more womanly. Soon, she'd be getting ready to leave home and go off to school. It distressed him to think about that, so he pushed it far from his mind right now.Her perfect baby soft skin fairly glowed in the dim light and he moved closer to sit on the edge of the bed. Many times he'd wished.