It was either that or burst. Besides, she was dying to know if Roy had sent a reply, and today was the first chance she’d had to ask. “I can’t think of not bein’ with my beau,” she told the Wise Woman, trying to contain her emotions at the pretty tea table with yellow rose paper napkins and matching placemats. “’Course ya can’t, Marnie. Your heart’s all bound up in him, ain’t so?” Marnie wiped a tear from her cheek. “Did ya feel that way, too, when you first met your husband?” “Oh jah . . . ages ago.” Ella Mae leaned nearer. “And ya want to know a little secret?” Marnie quickly nodded her head. “Every single one of us feels that way in the blush of first love. I did, so did your Mamma and Dat—same with your grandparents, too. It’s the way the Good Lord made us.” Marnie thought on that.
