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I took the opportunity to jump onto a train so I could thumb through a glossy bridalwear magazine on my way into the city. There was nothing that caught my fancy. I had it clearly in my mind that I wanted peach, with Heather and her youngest daughter in dresses that were to be about two shades paler. I also hoped my designs, with a little alteration, might be used again. When I had it right, I was to send my mother my sketches and the material. There was still no word from my father, and if it had not been for Tony, I doubt that I would have got through that dreadful time. As it was, my mother’s letters were heartbreaking.
If there was any light at the end of the proverbial tunnel, it came from the joy of planning my wedding. Tony and I wanted an unobtrusive civil ceremony on the harb
