Siobhan’s dress, also made by Mrs. Foraker so that we did not clash, was designed so that Siobhan did not outshine me on this glorious day. This was...her idea, not mine, for I had never felt the least twinge of jealousy towards my friend and only wished her the very best of fortune. She was a dear, however, simply saying that today was my day. Her dress was somewhat more sober, cut higher both front and rear, and was in an off-white pearl tone, reflecting her status as a widow.We were finishing. When I came back out, I heard mom yelling on the phone. "You'll be back when!?! That's another fucking week! What about your family?", then a loud SLAM! Well, doesn't look like dad will be back yet. Maybe I'll get lucky again, who knows. Then I heard mom pick up the phone to call someone. "Yeah, Karen, do you feel like doing something tonight? That asshole called and told me he would be another week or more, and I just want to get away. No, Paul will be fine, don't worry. I just need to get. Onthe ride from the airport to Whiterock, we chatted about plans for thesummer, and what we could do or see while I was here. I had said that Iwanted to go to Seattle sometime and that I was looking forward toworking on Uncle Robert's construction site. Rachel told us that wewould be going down to the pier tomorrow and then spending the day downalong marine drive. As Uncle Robert wasn't expecting me to begin on theconstruction site for 6 days I'd have some time to familiarize myselfwith the. Weekends had been a joy to both of them since they had returned from North Carolina at the end of July, and the reasons for this were still somewhat perplexing to her. By all rights, she thought as she resumed her dusting, what had transpired in that sordid little country shack should have given both of them nervous breakdowns. But it hadn't. After a few weeks of recovery from the violent shock of her abduction, she had found herself opening to her husband in ways she had never before.