We had hoped to have the work finished by now. But it seems that the more we tinker with it in its "he said, she said " format, the more we want to include. I suppose you could say it is a story without end. But let me start with the night before my misbegotten wedding as the preface:

My tipsy Mom had made quite a scene at the fancy Boston restaurant. The test of wills between my mother and my fiance had already begun. Against my betrothed's wishes, I left the dinner party and drove Mom back to the Ritz-Carlton. Susanna wanted me to send Dorothy back to the hotel in a cab.

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