It wasn’t fancy, but pretty, light, flowy cotton with little flowers on it. She stood there holding it up to her, squealing like a little girl at Christmastime, as she twirled about in front of the full-length mirror. It was the prettiest thing I’d ever seen. He bought it to take her to Rock City for their anniversary. I guess that was about a month or two before he died. They’d never been anywhere before, and with those see rock city billboards all over the mountains, I guess he thought he’d take her there to see what all the fuss was about. I remember asking, then begging him to take me along. Nana set me down and told me that this was their time. That night, I sneaked into Mama’s room while everybody sat on the front porch. I twirled around in that dress myself, wishing it were my time for such things. That’s how I felt about Sara Jane and Jimmy getting married. I was truly happy for them and considered it a bona fide miracle that the Farquhars had given them their blessing.
