She fumbles with her sundress a little, but she can already tell she is getting wet from his tine.“Don’t make me tell you twice,” he growls.Carr...e slowly starts to lift the hem on her dress out of the way. She looks down to see what she is doing. And no sooner does she do this she feels his hand on her cheek, forcing her to turn her head to look at him.“You keep your eyes on me until I say otherwise,” he commands.The girl’s mouth goes dry and she says, “Okay...”He shakes his head. “It’s yes,. No, I think I’ll keep those details private, and just share my day, a day I woke up bushy tailed and wide eyed and full of hope, a hope that I thought had abandoned me over a very difficult month… For those of you following the exploits of kitty girl, you may know that one of my children, the furry kind, has been ill. Not just a cold, but a serious, possibly life threatening illness. Since mid-December, my life has revolved around that, and it’s worn me down to physical, mental, and emotional. ...***********************************A WEDDING STORYby Carol WolfeAmalgamated Press UKThis is a tale of a bride and a groom, of Craig and Marnie, and of amother and her child. It's a tale of a family. My family. It's also verymuch a tale of the new reality we all find ourselves in, a tale beingrepeated in hundreds of other familes in America and across the globe.New England is always at its best in the fall when the leaves turnmultiple shades of red and brown, a final burst of color before. I stopped at the kitchen entrance to watch an amazing display.She was dancing and singing along with a song on the radio, all the while cooking our breakfast. She had her back to me and didn't know I was there so I just remained quietly watching her. She was happy. That much was obvious. That fact alone made me fell great. Her somewhat awkward dance moves displayed that happiness and spoke volumes about how she felt about last night.At last, she tried to pirouette but came up a little short.