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Between the two of them I was getting breathless myself. Also a little bit tearful. I brushed the tears away with the back of my hand and tried to disguise from Jim's ear the fact that I was sniffling. When we hung up I sat down at the telephone table and cried out loud, like a child. We didn't, Jim and I, quite succeed in bringing back our mood — my mood — of golden expectation. In the days that followed, each carrying us closer to our wedding day, I chided myself many times for the immature way in which I let my emotions get out of hand. Up one minute, down the next . . . Fortunately I was too busy to sit around worrying about my mental condition. Especially busy after Jim told me what Butch's return could mean to us if Butch agreed to a plan Jim was formulating. It was beautifully simple and logical. It consisted of asking Butch, who was not only a doctor but an expert technician, if he would consider taking my place with Jim at Wheelock! Of course eventually he would be far more help than I could ever be. And Butch was as ardent a researcher as his foster father. I prayed that the idea would seem as perfect to him as it did to us and took comfort from Francie's assurance that it couldn't miss. "I won't let it," she said grimly. "I'll make him take over. I want you where I can get you on the other end of a phone if the baby kicks up a fuss. If you have nothing to do but be a housewife you'll be a lot more use to me." "Nothing but cooking and cleaning and decorating and taking care of two rowdy children and backing up Jim's position as one of the pillars of town." I sighed happily. "Oh, Francie, it'll be dreadful! I can hardly wait!" "Is it still a secret where you're going on your honeymoon?" "It's no secret. We don't know ourselves, that's all. We're just going to get into the car and drive, this way, that way, any way." Francie came to the door with me, and with a warmth she was too brisk, usually, to show, she put her round cheek against mine. "It's only two days now, Maggie. Oh, Maggie, you'll be kind to Jim, won't you? If he's ever impatient or — or stubborn — you'll remember that he's out of practice in the kind of giving and taking you have to do. He had to learn to be stiff and to fight all the time, for every inch of independence he had . . ." I nodded and pressed her hand. I had made that vow already, to myself. Two days . . . one day . . . one night. It was like a special-delivery good omen when Butch got back, right on the edge of the time limit. Jim was jubilant; he'd had a strong, sentimental wish that went very deep to have Butch beside him, as Francie would be beside me. Now the picture would be perfect. The sky was gray when I opened my eyes on my wedding morning. Ruefully I realized that I had broken very thoroughly with tradition by having closed them the previous night. I should have been strained, unable to sleep, a-twitter with nerves. I moved over in my bed so that I could stare up at the sky, grateful that for once in my life my unreliable nerves were under good control. I felt calm and oddly composed. It wasn't a bride-like sensation, but it was a pretty good way to feel considering that there were still plenty of things to take care of before the few people we'd invited began to arrive for the ceremony at eleven. I rolled over and lay on my face, and said one of the shortest, most fervent prayers of my life. A one-sentence prayer ... a plea that we might be helped to make ourselves and our children a happy, useful family. When I looked up again the sky had cleared. It was going to be a brilliant day, after all. By the time Francie came, I was showered and dressed except for my gown. I had forced a bit of breakfast down Tommy's reluctant throat, made a good show of swallowing some myself, and had supervised the unusual ritual of dressing which I had convinced him he simply had to put up with this one morning if he really wanted to act as door usher and show the guests into the living room. Then, at my wits end to keep him busy and out of my way, I had sent him into the living room to arrange the chairs the way he liked them best. I knew he would end up making a tunnel through their legs, and have a wonderful time crawling around until it was time to take up his post at the door. Francie outshone me, with her red hair in its lovely coronet emphasizing the snapping blue of her eyes. Butch's homecoming had made her more vivid than ever; she fairly sparked with happiness. "Well, you're a calm one," she greeted me. "Why have you still got all your fingernails? Do you know what time it is? Get hopping, bride — your guests are due to start arriving in half an hour." She brushed her hand affectionately over my hair and began to bustle about, undoing things I had already done and peering into my suitcase to make sure I'd used every available corner. Finally there was absolutely nothing to do but get me into my gown. Listen To: Bill Stern's "SPORTS NEWSREEL" Every Friday NBC 10:30 p.m. DST Read BILL STERN'S "SPORT SURPRISE" feature in the current issue ol SPORT magazine now on newsstands