" Well, maybe you should've been born a 'Irish lassie,' carrot top!" hewistfully japed to my smirk.Nevertheless I took my proposal to mom."That's very...civic of you, Jerry. It'd be nice to put on a little show inthe spirit of the day, but don't expect a crowd like your folk danceexhibitions do back home." Why?" Well, this is America, and traditional folk dancing's not exactly topsin their faves. You have to be a very special young man to draw a crowdfor what's an eclectic dance to them."You're. Far's I'm concerned, all you pissants can go rot in hell."Just then a look of intense pain crossed the man's face, and he quickly uncorked the bottle, poured another glassful and downed it quickly.Then he sat back and told a sad tale of love, betrayal and revenge.EL PASO, 1875Folks in El Paso always said that Feleena Menendez was trouble, but they never said it where Marty Claymore could hear. Marty was a lanky Scotsman who didn't say much unless he was riled, then he could be a terror.At the. As her husband of just a few hours placed their bags inside the honeymoon suite, she quickly slipped into the bathroom to change. As she undressed, she continued to marvel that he truly wanted to be with her, that he hadn’t just married her out of some guilt trip or sympathetic idea. She’d been born paralyzed from the waist down and he knew they would face a host of medical issues in the years ahead, but still he wanted her. ‘I’m not marrying your wheelchair…I’m marrying YOU!’ he often. " I whined, "Mommy, I don't want to wear a dress." She said, "Don't be silly dear, you can't eat dinner in your slip. Now raise your arms up, Darla Anne." I groaned, put my arms up, and she slid the dress down over my head and when it was in place, she zipped it up to my neck and fastened some kind of extra closure. She took each of my arms and buttoned the sleeves. I hadn't ever noticed before, when my sister had worn this dress, that each sleeve had five buttons at the wrist. No.