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Chapter23
WHEN REBECCA PASSENEAU looked at herself in the full splendor of her wedding dress, she knew that she was no longer her mother's little girl. You're my baby. She had heard those words from her very first days on the planet. With three older brothers, it wasn't so hard to imagine why. Her mother had always wanted a girl. Daddy, too; but as the years went on they had assumed their time had passed. The oldest- Ben, the daredevil- had been killed before she was born. Her parents were crushed. They couldn't even think of more children. Then, miraculously, Becky came. "My baby," she heard her mother exclaim from where she stood behind Becky. "Oh, Mom." Becky sighed, but she also smiled. She continued to look at herself. She was beautiful. In her long, white, strapless dress, an avalanche of tulle, she shone like the most lovely and beautiful thing in the world. Michael would be so happy. With all the arrangements- the hotel in Napa, the flowers, the last-minute alterations to the dress- she had thought the day would never actually come. But now it was almost here. Friday. Ms. Perkins, the saleswoman at Saks, could only stand and admire. "You're go
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"Now you are complete," Ms. Perkins said. Standing nearby in Saks, watching Becky model her stu
Chapter 24
THE FOLLOWING MORNING, Milt Fa