The father of the bride half-smiled. Not exactly a people person, Bill noted. But Lisa thanked him for his compliment. “We’re both very proud of o...ur girls. But you know it’s what’s on the inside that counts, and we raised our daughters to be good Christian women.”“I can tell, Ma’am. Fine women indeed.”Bill looked towards Tim. “And Tim.” Bill reached out so he and Tim could shake hands. “You are a lucky man, growing up around all these beautiful women.”Lisa pulled her son in close, putting her. The resident band from the club would play. There was a lot of coming and going: my mother and Lorraine took over all the preparations with Nicola. There was intense preoccupation with what females know are essential – dresses, caterers, cakes, the works.We sent out the invitations. The replies came in by email, by letter, by phone, even by text! Each day Nicola would examine the post. I knew what she was looking for: we had sent an invitation to her parents. They did not reply.She was sad at. We found out." And... ?" Marty Harris is in perfect shape ... for a 19-year-old," Dad declared."And you, Dad?" Kris asked."I'm in top shape ... for a guy of 21." It's happened!" Kris nearly screamed. Jumping from her seat she knelt in front of Mother and extended her hands, palms up.Seeing it, I realized it was an exact repeat of the way she had greeted her twin sister, Jean, months earlier. Seemingly without any thought, Mother extended her arms, palms down and the two women grasped each. I have my car just up the road in the car park and I can drive you home.’ ‘You don’t have to do that, that is unless you really want to.’ ‘I really want to.’ We walked the hundred metres or so to the multi-level car park where I’d parked my pride and joy. We took the slow as a wet week lift to the level that I’d parked on, and as the lift reached the creaky end of its journey, Callie moved to stand in front of me, face to face in front of me. Her face was so close to mine I could feel her.