Chapter Thirty-OneThe wedding was the first week of April, the first chance they could book the church as well as be assured (barring a late Iowa storm) that there would be no snow to hinder the guests. To Ellie, spring had always meant daffodils poking through the ground, yellow sunspots on the snow-wet earth, tulips and gardens and walks without coats.
The wedding had been bright, simple, joyous, and yesterday.
Today, it was a honeymoon trip down the river on the Lady Phoenix for a few days, then a flight out of Moline that would eventually lead to those green hills of Ireland. She and Sam had made a pact: no writing on the honeymoon. Although maybe a little research at Blarney Castle for her next book might be in order.
Ginger had been her bridesmaid (of course) and Archie his best m
