Look! Look at the picture Matt sent me! Isn’t it beautiful?” Patience shouted and squealed from the office. Martha came rushing to see what the commotion was, drying her hands on her apron as she did. Tad, resting up for another evening of mountain lion patrol, jumped instinctively from bed before he realized the shouts were good ones. He dragged himself down the hall and joined his family around the monitor to see what had Patience all in a dither.“Isn’t that beautiful?” Patience’s awed voice would have amused them if they hadn’t been equally entranced.At the top of Matt’s email to Patience was a picture of a wedding party. The bride was a lovely blonde in a wedding dress so exquisite that it seemed to belong in a fairy-tale. The groom wore a traditional tuxedo and was very dark, but didn’t look African-American. The rest of the wedding party was dressed in traditional Indian attire. The girls wore gaily-colored saris and the guys wore coordinating kurtas.Tad read over Patience’s shoulder, To:
[email protected]:
[email protected]: Indian Princesses Dear Patience,Kaalai Vanakkam.
