Under a full moon

As long as he could remember, their families had been friends, living near each other, vacationing together, attending the same church and schools. He and their youngest daughter were only months apart in age, and it was a running joke with the adults that they would one day marry. Still, no one was as surprised as them, when they did fall in love and become engaged. In the months leading to their wedding, the women of the community gathered to help her craft her trousseau. The grand piece would be a quilt made for their marriage bed. Listening to the hen talk of the elder ladies, she was inundated with horror stories of their wedding nights, of husbands more concerned with their own base needs and never their wives. At the same time, the men were building the couple’s new home, outfitting it with handmade furniture meant to last generations. They were filling the bridegroom’s head with their own tall

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