Abstract
Wedding Day Beyond the window, where light slipped in and made the lace patterns glow with late evening rose, lay fields and farther still a split rail fence and then mountains where his property ended. They sat on his feather bed and heard voices in the kitchen— laughter of women who scraped cast iron skillets and stoked the wood stove's belly, their wedding supper being stirred and baked; and talk of men, more hushed, their tobacco smoke curling through the house. To this room they had stolen and sat where tonight they would lie, his glance both bold and shy telling her what the setting sun would bring, when the noises in the kitchen and the light faded away. —Julia Nunnally Duncan 93 ...
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