CHAPTER 6We exchanged vows, swearing eternal loyalty to each other on May 26, 1965, on that same little stone bridge deep in the Valley and in the sight of God. The same brook gurgled under the bridge surrounded by tall trees that arched up to the sky. Columns of our cathedral. It was true. God was there with us, as certain as the yellow sunlight coming in through the leaves.
Millie wore a sleeveless blue dress. She said the material was jersey. All I knew was that it was soft to my touch, and her hair, swept up like a ballet dancer’s, was soft to the touch, too. A necklace with an ivory heart hung from her neck. A gift from me. She knew it was special, carved from an ivory chip I’d been carrying around with me, like forever. She fished out a prayer book from her shoulder bag, her childho
