"Voyeur, my best friend was a voyeur," Nola gasped, as Gracie styled her hair the afternoon of the renewal vows.

Gracie defended herself, "I couldn't help it. I saw the light on in your room, and I heard your voice . ."

June 1983, Thornway Road

Late the spring night in question, Gracie returned from visiting with old friends in Springfield. As she was getting ready to enter her designated guest room, an eerie creak echoed down the hall. She jumped, always a little afraid in the old house. She turned toward the source of the noise and noticed that the door to Nola's bedroom was just slightly ajar, letting light leak into the dimly lit hallway. She heard Nola laugh and just barely the low murmurs of Quinton's husky voice. Gracie could not believe that her best friend was going to marry the mysterious Mr. McCord. She was thrilled for Nola, but was also secretly worried that their friendship would never be the same, and that Nola would lead such a different life as Mrs. Quinton Chamberlain that, perhaps, they would drift apart. As if drawn to the sound and the light, Gracie crept over to the barely opened door. She did not mean to eavesdrop.

In her bedroom, Nola distractedly packed a small bag. She and Quint had decided that to stick with tradition she should move back to her mother's boarding house for the few weeks before their wedding. In theory, it seemed like a good idea, but as Quint watched his fiancée pack, he realized how much he would miss her.

"Nola, maybe you can pack later?" Quint suggested.

"You're not going to let up, are you?" Nola sweetly remarked.

"I'm going to be so lonely in this big, old house, rambling around without you."

"I'm not going far," Nola reminded him. "I'll only be a fifteen minute drive away,"

"I know, but I won't be able to kiss you goodnight, the way I like."

"Awww, I'll miss that too, but I thought we decided this was the best thing to do, and how special it will be when I come back here after we're married."

"I know, but that will be special no matter what.” Then with a gleam in his eye, Quint moved up behind Nola and wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling her neck. "If we're going to be so good and do this, maybe we could have a very special last night before you leave . . ." She dropped the dress she was packing, letting it fall halfway in and halfway out of the suitcase.

Gracie continued to peer into the room, trying to hear what they were saying, but only able to see Quint from behind. She hated being so nosey, a peeping tom of sorts, but it fascinated her to see how their relationship had changed, and to see Mr. McCord acting so normal and . . . .sexy.

"A special night," she provocatively whispered. "I thought we discussed that too?"

He uttered between kisses, "We did, but I thought maybe we could change our minds under the circumstances. It might kind of be like storing up for the three week hibernation."

"Hmmm, very interesting reasoning," she giggled.

"Nola, don't go," Quint nipped at her ear and caressed her breasts.

The intimate contact with him made her light headed. And the very familiar and delicious upward spreading warmth that persistently tempted her instantaneously overwhelmed Nola. "I don't want to go," she managed to stammer. "But just think that next time when I'm here overnight . ."

His breathing got labored. Unrelentingly, Quint kissed her neck and massaged her breasts, letting one adventurous hand slip under her blouse. She spun around and hungrily returned his desire.

With that, Gracie stumbled backward out of potential view of her friend, accidentally dropping the car keys that she still had clutched in her hand. Quint and Nola mutually pulled out of their lip lock in reaction to the commotion in the hallway. Gracie retrieved her betraying keys and lithely scampered off to her room, just before Nola and Quint made it to the hallway in search of the culprit.

"God, those were good times," Nola reminisced, while Gracie expertly pinned up Nola's blonde streaked red hair into an elegant chignon.

"So what did you think caused the noise?" Gracie inquired.

"Well, until this moment, I had thought it was Cat. Remember Cat?” Nola thought further, “Or just another creepy thing in this house."

"Did you guys ever get back to . .well, you know?" Gracie inquired.

"No, I think Mrs. Renfield showed up or something. I can't exactly remember. It was impossible to successfully fool around in this house back in those days. But boy, did Quinton and I torture each other or what?" Nola sighed, "It was all just so romantic, like out of a movie, resisting all those passionate urges . . ."

Gracie blurted out, "You certainly don't resist anymore."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Nola, are you kidding me? I could barely sleep last night. You left the dinner early because you were tired? Give me a huge break."

"Gracie, you're my best friend. Are you seriously telling me the truth that you could hear me last night?"

"Your voice always did carry, Nola." Gracie then tried to minimize the situation, not wanting to embarrass her friend, "And I guess I have really good hearing."

"OK, Gracie, you answered for me," Nola laughed. "Hey, being my age and pregnant, I'm entitled to some fun, but note to self, watch that."

“It's so nice to see you and Quinton so happy. You both deserve it, especially after everything you've been through."

"Things are so perfect right now, Gracie," Nola gleefully admitted. "You know, we were going to renew our vows almost two months ago, until I found out, surprise, I'm not menopausal, I'm pregnant. We considered waiting another two weeks to do it on our actual anniversary, but I was already pushing it with fitting into the dress, and soon I won't be able to go away from my doctor at all."

"I was kind of wondering why you didn't set it for your actual anniversary," Gracie sprayed Nola's hair and whimsically pulled out a few tendrils to gently graze the back of her neck.

"It's going to be the perfect day, Gracie. And very soon, I know, you are going to find someone who really deserves you." Nola warmly smiled at her long-time friend in the mirror.

The Victorian inspired invitations read as follows:

Gracie had put the final touches on her hair and make up a little earlier, and went on to get herself ready. Nola looked forward to spending the time immediately preceding the ceremony getting dressed, alone, with her firstborn child. Anastasia had chosen a lavender, strapless, sequined, silk Dior gown. It would be a long time, before Nola would cease being blown away by how grown and beautiful her little girl was. Anastasia wore the gown elegantly with a simple strand of pearls around her smooth, long neck, accentuated by the simple up-do that the young woman was so known for. The pearls were the ones that Nola and Quinton had given their daughter for her Sweet Sixteen birthday.

"Anastasia, you look beautiful," Nola gushed, looking at her daughter in the vanity mirror.

Anastasia lovingly twisted the gentle curled strands of hair that fell against the back of her mother's neck. "Thanks, Mom. Gracie did a great job on your hair, and I can't wait to see you in that gown."

"You know, doing this, just really takes me back to the first time your father and I married. You were such a baby back then. I loved him so much, and I wanted the very best for you." Nola's eyes welled up with tears. "I knew he would be a good father for you, but I never imagined just how close the two of you would become. Sometimes I think you are closer to him than to me."

"Oh, it's just the archaeology, Mom."

"Baby girl, you don't need to explain to me. You and your father being so close is one of my greatest joys."

"If you say so," Anastasia smiled. "I was down in the gazebo the other night, and I couldn't help but think how different our lives would have been, if you hadn't by chance answered that newspaper ad."

"I don't even like to think about it, Stace. And now, here we are all these years later back in the same house where it all started. I love your father as much, if not more than I did back then. You and AJ are adults." Nola considered all that had changed, yet stayed the same. "I hope your brother is going to be okay reading the poem with you."

"Are you kidding, Mom? He's going to be great. You must have heard him read his poetry before?"

"His poetry?" Nola queried.

"Yes, hasn't he shown you some of his stuff?"

"Stace, I have no idea what you're talking about."

"AJ, is an excellent writer. I have even seen him at poetry readings at his school. He is very talented."

"He has never mentioned a word about it to me."

"Well, he is kind of quiet about it. One of AJ's few talents that he is humble about. I don't know, maybe he thought you would make too big a deal of it. You'll see what I mean when he reads today, unless he feels too embarrassed and holds back."

"That's just incredible. I never thought of my AJ as a writer."

"He is. You should ask him to show you some of his poetry. It's exceptionally good. Seamus thinks so too. So Mom, are you doing something new, old, borrowed and blue?"

"Oh yes," Nola stated. "New is the dress, blue is the garter belt, borrowed are the hair pins you gave me, and old is the diamond, heart pendant that your father gave me our first Christmas together as a couple."

"I love the pictures from that Christmas. You looked so cute together."

"We were so young back then," Nola recalled. "And now, here I am almost 48 years old and having another baby."

"Speaking of the baby, maybe we should make sure little Ava hasn't gotten too big, and you can still get in that dress?"

Anastasia helped her mother into the gown and carefully did up the back. She stepped back to take in the full visual.

"Mom, it's perfect."

"You don't think I look too big?" Nola rubbed her protruding tummy.

"Mom, it is perfect, and you’re glowing. You should show off the baby with pride."

Meanwhile, Quint was with AJ outside the gazebo, waiting for the first guests to arrive. Both men were handsomely dressed in their matching tuxedos. The gazebo was filled with pink and lavender flowers. Antique pots of heather lined the set path where Nola would walk with her children to her husband. The weather was clear and mild that June day. The servers stood at attention with bottles of champagne and light canapés, waiting for the guests to arrive. Under the large canopy that was erected by the pool, the crew of caterers busily put the last touches on the elaborate tables settings and food presentations. A large ice sculpture of a cherub surrounded by abundant pink and lavender blooms was anchored and floating on a platform in the pool. Pink and white rose petals were sprinkled liberally on top of the still water.

"Dad, the place really looks great," AJ remarked.

"It does," Quint looked about.

"Are you like nervous or anything?"

"Absolutely not, son. I am so happy. And to have you and your sister here and all our family and friends, it couldn't be more perfect."

"You know, Dad, I know that I give you a hard time sometimes and am not so open about my feelings, but I really am happy that you and Mom got back together, and are here in this house that means so much to you. It’s great having Mom back to her old self, and only you could do that."

"It means a lot for me to hear you say that. And I know I don't say it nearly enough, AJ, but I really do love you. You are my only son, and I’m proud of you." Quint gave his son a pat on the shoulder. "You are so good to your mother and sister. You graduated from a wonderful undergraduate school. And if I'm hard on you at times, it's only because I know how much you are capable of."

"I know, Dad. I am trying to get it all figured out soon, so that I can be the kind of Chamberlain you want me to be."

"You already are. I know how it is to be your age. I was once there too."

"No way!!" AJ joked. "You were born at thirty."

"Oh no, trust me, I know how it is, AJ. It was a different time when I was your age, but I know."

"I just don't want to disappoint you too much, Dad."

"You don't," Quint warmly responded. "Now why don't you give your old dad a big hug on this special day? For old times sake?"

Father and son gave into a strong yet affectionate hug. Within a few minutes, Tony, Annabelle and their girls emerged from the house. Their arrival started the onslaught, and soon the fifty plus guests started streaming toward the gazebo: Helena, Gracie, Maureen, Ed, Vanessa, Colin, Mrs. Renfield, Effie, Bea, Megan Walker, Charlotte, Bill, Reva & Josh Lewis, Nola's older brother Jim & his wife, the mayor & her husband, etc. The waiters busily scampered around making sure no champagne flute was dry. The guests buzzed about how beautiful the grounds and flowers looked, and how wonderful it was that Nola was expecting. A string quartet played a repertoire of classical music, carefully selected by Quint.

Nola peered out the window at the gazebo and the milling guests, "Anastasia, it looks like everyone is almost here, and everything looks gorgeous."

"It's all your hard work and good taste," Anastasia complemented her mother. "So are you almost ready to go out? It's just about time."

Nola nodded and kissed her daughter. They both made some last minute touches on their make up. Anastasia gave her mom one final look over, primped her dress a bit, smiled, and they both ventured outside.

The guests applauded when Nola finally appeared, arm and arm, between her son and daughter. The guests took seats in the chairs that were set up around the gazebo. The string quartet played Pachelbel's Canon in D. Nola's hair glistened in the sunlight. Her cream, silk satin, sheath, Badgley Mischka gown hugged her ripening figure. The thin straps of the dress barely touched her shoulders, and she carried a small, simple bouquet of pink and white roses. On her neck, she wore the simple, diamond, heart pendant. Quint gazed adoringly at Nola, as once again the love of his life approached him, almost twenty two years later, to proclaim their love, each to the other, in front of all present friends and family. He recalled the young woman that walked down the aisle to him the first time, but the more mature, comely woman he saw before him, still set his heart on fire. He was certain that in another twenty two years he would feel the same.

In the gazebo, Nola joined Quint. Anastasia and AJ took their seats of honor right behind their parents. The presiding pastor made a few opening statements. The crowd listened attentively, as she detailed why Nola and Quint had asked everyone to join them that afternoon.

The pastor read from her handbook, "Almost twenty four years ago, this loving couple met in this very location. At the time, they had no idea what the future held for them. They trusted in their love and allowed things to unfold as they might. They have shared in great happiness as well as sadness, yet their love persisted through it all. They have two beloved, grown children, Anastasia Louise and Anthony James. Tragically, they lost a baby daughter several years ago, but now are happily anticipating the birth of what they call their "miracle baby" around the holidays."

Quinton attended to his wife and wiped away her tears, as she reacted to the words being read.

The pastor continued in her soothing tone to Quint and Nola, "I understand that you are expecting a baby daughter, and that she was quite a surprise. It says a lot about the strength and health of a long term marriage to have a surprise of that nature."

The guests chuckled at the pastor's lighthearted approach. Nola slightly covered her eyes in embarrassment. "But thanks to this little surprise baby, the ceremony was postponed, so now we are all here enjoying this beautiful and sunny June day instead of the uncertain weather we would have faced in April. I understand that you had to alter your honeymoon plans, since your doctor advised you not to fly. I also have inside information that your husband has planned a little extra surprise for you that he will tell you about later. Quinton said he planned it as a surprise homage to the secrecy surrounding the plans and details of your first honeymoon to Ireland."

Nola looked to Quint excitedly, as he forced a poker face.

"They have asked that their daughter, Anastasia and son, Anthony James, read a poem that they have selected."

Anastasia got up from her seat and turned to the guests and began to read aloud from a book of poems.

Anastasia took her seat, as her brother stood up to read the remainder of the verses. In a deep and clarion, almost trained sounding voice, AJ read the poem.

The pastor spoke to Quint and Nola; both visibly moved by the mature and eloquent reading by their children, "When you first joined hands and hearts almost twenty two years ago, you did not know where life would take you. You promised to love, honor and cherish one another through all things. Life has surely brought you both wonderful blessings and difficult tribulations. Therefore, you have fulfilled your promise. So, as you come here today to reaffirm your wedding vows, and as you reflect back over all the years as husband and wife, do you now wish to reaffirm the vows you took twenty two years ago?"

Both Nola and Quinton solemnly nodded, "We do."

She then addressed the guests, "Nola and Quinton have written their own vows that they would now like to state aloud in front of all their beloved family and friends."

Quint started out emotionally, "My dearest Nola, it was 22 years ago that we first pledged our commitment to one another, but it seems like yesterday that I was standing across from my beautiful, young bride. We have been through a lot together-laughter and tears, joy and sorrow-and through all those times, I have always been certain of one thing. I love you with all of my heart and soul. You are the love of my life, my life partner, my lifeline. My life has no meaning without you. I promise to be there for you in sickness and in health, through the rest of our middle age and into our old age, forever. I love you, my darling."

Quinton leaned down and gently kissed Nola who then continued with her own heart felt vows, "My dearest Quinton, it was almost 24 years ago that I walked into this gazebo and into a happiness and love that I never knew was possible. You took me into your home, and then into your heart. You showed and taught me things that I never before knew. You changed my life. I remember so clearly how you stood looking out at the grounds. When you turned around, and I first saw your handsome face and blonde hair glistening in the sunlight, you took my breath away."

"And you took my breath away as well, my dear," Quinton ad-libbed.

"I didn't know what it all meant until months later. I was such a blind little girl back then. But once I fell for you, I fell hard. I have loved you intensely since that time. Now again, I carry your child, a child that we thought was no longer possible, and I stand here with you, pledging my love once again, as we did all those years ago." Nola quivered, as she quietly ended the vows, "I love you, Quinton."

Quinton mouthed that he loved her, and once again they tenderly kissed. There was barely a dry eye, as everyone raptly listened to the emotional vows. The priest addressed AJ, to present the wedding bands to his parents. They had purchased each other new bands encrusted with small pave diamonds set in platinum.

"Nola, I once again place this ring on your finger as a symbol of my unending love, trust, friendship and loyalty." Quinton slid the ring onto her finger next to the canary yellow diamond ring. Nola repeated the same words back to Quinton, as she placed the wedding band on his finger.

"Congratulations," the pastor proclaimed. "You have now completed the renewal of your vows. May your life together going forward be as rich and happy as those years already spent together." She then addressed Quinton, "You may kiss your lovely bride."

Quinton caressed Nola's cheek and tenderly kissed her. Nola wrapped her arms around her husband's neck, and they kissed more fervently. The guests stood up, applauded and cheered. The string quartet continued to play soft music.

They released from the kiss and turned to embrace their children, while the rest of the guests slowly streamed into the gazebo to offer their congratulations. The waiters immediately started circulating, serving drinks and hors d'oeuvres. Cameras were snapping. Everyone commented on what a beautiful ceremony it was and how beautiful everything and everyone looked. Nola and Quint took a few formal photographs, alone and with the children, and immediately headed back to the party. As expected, Nola did not, even momentarily, let up on Quint about the extra "surprise". He did not plan to reveal it to her until after dinner was served.

As the festivities rolled on, Vanessa approached her nephew, while he was ordering a drink at the bar, "AJ, that was a beautiful reading. I was very impressed."

"Thanks, Aunt Vanessa. Anything for Mom and Dad on their big day."

"I wanted to speak with you about something that your father asked me about."

AJ was distracted waiting for his drink, and trying to locate Charlotte in the crowd, "What's that?"

"I have this entry level position in the business that I think would be perfect for you."

"You have a job for me?" AJ replied, somewhat surprised and paying more attention. "Are you doing this just because my dad asked you?"

"Partially yes, but partially no. I wouldn't do it if I didn't think it was the right fit. Do you need a job?"

"Are you serious, Aunt Vanessa? Of course, I need a job." AJ took his drink from the bartender.

"I’m absolutely serious, but I would need for you to meet with the director of marketing first to make sure she'll be happy with you." Vanessa gestured to the bartender that she needed a refill of champagne.

"My boss would be a woman? Cool! What's the money?"

Vanessa laughed, "I have no idea, but I'm sure they will take care of you. You just show up and present yourself like you have the past couple of days, and tell them about graduating from Tulane, and they'll love you. The department is so loaded with women; they need to bring in a cute boy for some diversity."

"You're making this job sound better and better all the time, Aunt Vanessa. But I don't know anything about marketing."

"Don't worry; you're smart, you'll learn. Sometimes they like it better if you start out knowing nothing, so they can groom you how they wish."

"I don't know how to thank you. I was thinking I would have to spend the summer life guarding again. I mean I like that, but the money sucks."

"I'll email you with all their information before Monday. They'll be expecting your call."

Vanessa circulated back into the crowd. AJ spotted his sister moving toward him.

Anastasia looked up at AJ, "Hey, baby brother, what were you talking with Aunt Vanessa about?"

AJ grinned, "She offered me a job in the business."

Anastasia responded with astonishment, "And you're happy about it?"

"Sure, it sounds cool. And I bet Aunt Vanessa hooks me up with the money."

"But what about your writing?"

"That's just a hobby, Stace. Besides, Dad would never respond positively to me wanting to be a writer."

"Yeah, because you never showed him any of your stuff. He would support you if he knew how good you were."

"I doubt it, Stace. He wants me to do something respectable and working for Aunt Vanessa will be respectable."

"I know you too well, and I can't see you liking it."

"What else am I going to do? I might as well give it a try. And it would make Dad happy."

"You could keep going to school and get your masters."

"Seriously, I need a break from school."

"All right, AJ. But I think you should show Daddy and Mom some of your writing. I mentioned it to Mom today, and she wants to see some of your stuff."

"Stace, Mom is going to make this huge deal about it. I wish you hadn't done that."

"I had no idea you hadn't told her. You know that Mom would support you."

"Yeah, but she would say it was good, even if it wasn't."

"Did I tell you how good Seamus thought your poems were?"

They both reacted to their grandmother calling their names. Bea rushed over and hugged her grandchildren. "You kids make me so proud," Bea squealed.

"Thanks, Grandma," they both said in chorus.

"And here I was thinking it was time for some great grandchildren," Bea winked. "And I’m getting another grandchild."

AJ choked, "Slow down!! I'm not anywhere near there. I don't even have a job or a girlfriend."

"Oh, a strapping, young man like yourself can turn that around in no time," Bea remarked with a snap of the fingers.

"Grandma, you're just way too much," AJ shook his head.

"Seamus is very nice,” Bea hinted in her usual interfering way.

"He is Grandma," Anastasia agreed. "But I still have at least a year before I’m done with school."

Bea gently preached, "Stacey, men don't like their wives to be smarter than them, you know."

Anastasia politely returned, "Don't you think that is a little old-fashioned?"

“Sometimes there is nothing wrong with old-fashioned, dear.”

Before dinner was to be served, Helena was able to catch a moment alone with Seamus. She very much had wanted to speak with this young man who was the love child of her ex-paramour, Silas.

Seamus attempted to make small talk, "Ms. Manzini, it was a beautiful ceremony. Don't you think?"

"Really, you should call me Helena," she took a sip of champagne from her flute. "I've been meaning to speak with you, and I hope you don't think this is a bad time."

"It's fine," Seamus commented.

"I don't know how much Quinton told you about me, but I have heard some interesting information about you."

"Oh, what is that?" Seamus fidgeted.

"I heard that Silas Crocker is your biological father. Years ago, I dated Silas."

"Yes, I believe I had heard about that, Ms. Manzini."

"I don't mean to make you feel uncomfortable, dear. But I'm sure you know all the terrible things about Silas, but I knew the good side of him too. I also knew Devon."

"Helena, I appreciate what you're trying to do, but I'm really just trying to move on."

"I understand, dear. But if you ever want to know more, it might help you to understand about the good side of Silas. He was not all bad, at least not at first."

"Who wasn't all bad?" Nola interrupted.

Not wanting to mar Nola's day with talk of Silas Crocker, Seamus replied, "We were discussing a novel that we both just read."

"Oh, what novel was that? I just finished The DaVinci Code and loved it, although some of the details were wrong."

"Dear, I doubt you would have heard of this work," Helena condescended.

"Why don't you try me, Helena?" Nola shot back.

Helena quickly searched for a title, "Oh for heaven's sake, it was Tess of the d'Urbervilles by Hardy."

"I read that book for school and saw the movie, but that was a few years ago."

"Yes, we were discussing the character of Mr. d'Urberville who mistreats Tess," Seamus covered, fortunately remembering the book very well.

"Ah yes, I'm glad to see you both getting along so well," Nola dubiously added. "But I think everyone should start taking their seats for dinner."

"Nola, dear, did I tell you how fetching you look in your lovely gown. You truly look the part of the Chamberlain matriarch."

Nola thanked Helena, not quite sure how to take her possible back-handed complement, but definitely not about to let Helena get her down on such a wonderful day. Seamus caught the eye of Anastasia and before moving off, respectfully indicated to the two ladies that he had business to attend to.

"Such an attractive man your young daughter has landed for herself," Helena said, eyeing Seamus as he walked away. "I presume from the incident last night that Quinton demands a level of discretion in the house?"

"Yes, he does," Nola concurred.

"I imagine the virile Seamus intended to sneak into Anastasia's room and not mine?"

"Maybe? Or maybe, he just wanted to say goodnight to her. I don't interfere with my children's personal lives."

"But you protect them from the wrath of Quinton discovering their peccadilloes."

"If that's what you want to call it."

"They must have inherited that wild, more hedonistic side from you?"

Nola forced a smile, not wanting to continue the current thread.

Helena held out her almost empty glass of champagne for the waiter to refill. "Nola, it's such a shame that you can't enjoy the champagne at your own renewal vow party."

"It'll all be worth it in a few months," Nola simply noted.

Helena rubbed it in, "The Cristal is divine."

"That's why I chose it," Nola retorted.

"Oh, Nola, it was such a surprise for all of us to learn of the impending arrival of your screaming bundle of joy. One would have thought those days had passed for you, literally."

"Apparently not," Nola curtly remarked.

"I guess that many . . . .mature, well-to-do ladies are now able to purchase their eggs."

"I didn't purchase anything, Helena." Nola continued, refusing to be trumped by Helena, "Quinton and I are very happy and conceived this child the old-fashioned way. Don't forget, I am several years younger than you."

"Yes, I am aware of that, cara. But I do know how and when nature works."

"Yes, and it seems to have worked very nicely for Quinton and me," Nola caressed her bump. "Helena, and since we are older women now, as you have not so discreetly implied, don't you think we should just forget this whole game of one-upsmanship?"

"Perhaps, you’re right, dear. But I have so much fun doing it with you. It takes me back, as they say."

Nola couldn't help but smile, "Yes, I know what you mean."

"And I prefer to refer to myself as mature," Helena finally quipped.

The table settings and flower arrangements were impeccable. Vanessa had recommended the catering company, and they paid close attention to every minute detail from how the napkins were folded to how the subtle hues of the Wedgewood china would work with the centerpieces and what the lighting would be like when the various courses were served. Being late in the spring, the colors scheme tended toward airy pastels. The food selections were abundant, but on the lighter side with a few richer selections for those that cared to partake. Bea and Mrs. Renfield joined Nola, Quinton, Anastasia, Seamus and AJ at the guest of honor table. The crew of waiters served the meal in a well paced synchronicity, anticipating any glitches before they developed. The kids played around with the clinking of the Lalique to prompt Quinton and Nola to kiss. They happily obliged, although not so sure the tradition applied as much in their situation, as it did with newlyweds.

After everyone's appetites were satisfied, the toasts whether traditional, heartfelt, intoxicated or corny began. The first toast was given by Vanessa.

"Quinton and Nola, We have all come a very long way and grown a lot. The thing I most want to say today is how happy Daddy would be if he were still here. But I know he is still with us in our hearts, and he is celebrating. Quinton, Daddy was so happy to finally bring you into his life after all those missed years. And Nola, I know he thought of you like his daughter. Congratulations on a long happy marriage, and many more years to come."

Next, Maureen, Bea and Mrs. Renfield said some brief words.

Finally Tony got up, "To my little sis, Nola and her husband, Quint, You both are beautiful, and I love you. May you both have enough health that we are all here in another twenty two years to celebrate the second renewal of your vows and to anticipate the fourth Chamberlain heir to the throne."

Nola called out, "Don't worry, Tony. I'll be onto grandchildren by then. I promise."

"I sure hope so, Nol." Tony paused, taking on a more serious tone, "I seriously think that you are both an inspiration."

Quinton stood to say the last words, holding his wife's hand. "I want to thank you all so very much for coming here from all over the world to celebrate this special day with Nola and me. As you know, we had to change our honeymoon plans from the Seychelles Islands, because Nola's doctor forbid her to fly. I have promised Nola that once the baby is born and ready to travel that we will finally make it there . . . with the nanny of course. We have done this baby thing a few times already, so know what pitfalls to avoid. There are, however, a few small changes in our plans that I wanted to tell Nola about. First, tomorrow we will drive to Chicago. We have been invited to a Tsunami Relief fundraiser party being thrown by the Clintons. This is a cause very close to both our hearts, having spent a lot of time traveling in that part of the world and meeting the generous and loving people there. And . . . Nola has always wanted to meet Hillary Clinton."

Tony mischievously hissed out loud. Nola, in turn, shot him an impish dirty look and popped her tongue out as in a childish quarrel.

Quint chortled at the sibling rivalry and continued, "I have to thank my sister, Vanessa for helping to facilitate this exclusive invite. So, we will spend a few days in Chicago at Nola's favorite hotel, and then we will be taking the train with our own private compartment down to Naples, Florida where I have rented a villa on the beach."

"Quinton, that's incredible," Nola stood to kiss him.

"To my beautiful wife of twenty two years, I love you."

The dessert and wedding cake were served. Quinton made sure he got one more slow dance with Nola before the string quartet wrapped up for the night. Within no time of the band starting to play, the guests were having a great time dancing, drinking and partying. Much to the amusement of AJ, Bill, Nora and Olivia, Nola was able to convince Quint to get on the dance floor for a few old disco songs. Nola knew what a terrible disco dancer Quint was, but she just loved to watch him try. And it was only out of pure love for her and a good nature that he even attempted it. Soon, Tony rescued Quint from his convulsive dancing and cut in to dance with his sister. Together they did a pretty good turn in a tribute to Saturday Night Fever and the Seventies. During the breaks, AJ talked up the lead singer to encourage the band to cover more current bands like Green Day and Good Charlotte. He promised the band that his mother’s musical tastes included such selections, and that she would approve.

In a quieter area, Nola later relaxed with Maureen. “Nola, everyone is having such a fun time. I’m so glad you did this.”

“Me too, it’s good to see everyone. But it’s exhausting for me.”

“I saw you dancing with Tony out there. You looked great, but you need to take it easy.”

“Maureen, can you believe it’s 2005? I am going to be 48 years old when this baby is born. That’s insane.”

“I know, honey. I was just thinking about you when you were a little girl.” Maureen laughed, “God, you were a brat.”

“Thanks a lot, Maureen!”

“You were. You know that. You had Dad wrapped around your finger before he left, and Mom never really knew how to say no to you either. She was so busy with all of us, and I was just a little kid myself, but often it was my responsibility to watch after you.”

“You have always been a good big sister, Maureen. I always feel so bad . . .” Nola interrupted herself, not wanting to bring up difficult feelings.

“That I never had any children? It’s okay, Nola. I have come to peace with it. Not everyone has children. I have really enjoyed all my nieces and nephews. I have had a lot of love in my life.”

“I hope you can spend a lot of time with this new baby too,” Nola quietly added.

“I absolutely intend to. Hopefully you and Quinton will spend more time in Springfield.”

“Nothing is set, but we are going to be here at least until she is born. Then we will probably be traveling and going back to California from time to time, but this will be our home base.”

“I’m glad to hear that, Nola.” Maureen indicated to Quint dancing with Anastasia to a slow number. “That is a beautiful sight.”

“I know. Quinton has been just an incredible father for Stacey.”

“Stacey still never asks about Floyd?”

“Nope, she knows we would tell her whatever she wanted to know, but she just doesn’t seem interested. Quinton is her father. That’s her reality. I suspect that someday just for history sake she might want to know, but that time has not yet come.”

“She is a wonderful, wonderful girl, Nola. You should be very proud.”

“Oh, I am. And see AJ over there with that pretty girl? She’s our neighbor.” Nola grinned, “And from the looks of things there might be something brewing there”

“AJ is a good kid. Seeing you and Quint together today, you know what I was thinking about?”

“What’s that?”

“Do you remember the talk we had when you got back from your honeymoon in Ireland? You were so cute.”

“I think so,” Nola hedged. “It was a personal sister to sister talk?”

“Yep!”

Nola laughed out loud recalling the intimate conversation.

July 1983, Tony & Company

Nola and Quint absolutely glowed from their honeymoon in Ireland. They both prattled on and on about how special the country was and about their various adventures. They were totally in tune with one another and finished each others’ sentences and became so absorbed in the telling of stories from their trip that it seemed they forgot others were even there. Tony and Maureen humored them, listening to all the details. They were thrilled for their youngest sister to be so thoroughly happy.

Tony whisked Quint away to discuss some financials of Company, leaving Nola and Maureen alone to get caught up.

“Nola, you look so happy.”

“Maureen, I have never been happier in my entire life. Quinton is such a wonderful man and husband and . . . .” Nola whispered under her breath in a suggestive tone, “We had a great time.”

Maureen perked up, “Really?”

“Oh Maureen, he totally surprised me. You know how he is with the ascots and the jackets and so reserved? Well let me tell you, I saw a whole other side. He is a different man without his ascot.”

“Can’t complain about that.”

Nola continued in her hushed tone, “Oh no, absolutely not. You know, I thought that I had all this experience. I knew nothing, Maureen, nothing!! What I knew was child’s play.”

“Wow, this is intriguing.”

Nola swooned, “But it was good, because being with Quinton and loving him so much, Maureen, I really wanted him to be my first. I never loved anyone like I love him. In many ways, he was my first.”

“Did you tell him that?”

“I did. He is just so tender and passionate, all at the same time.” Nola was swept away by her own descriptions. “He taught me a lot. He’s such a patient lover. This isn’t embarrassing you, is it?”

“No, honey. I want you to be able to talk to me about anything.”

“Good, because I feel so comfortable talking to you. And I had to tell someone, or I was going to burst. And you know what?”

"What?" Maureen played along.

"I never knew it, but do you know I never had an . . .you know . . before."

"Had a what?" Maureen cluelessly inquired.

"Oh come on, Mo. You know what I'm talking about." Nola's eyes bore through Maureen, attempting to send her the message, "Don't make me say it."

The light bulb went off in Maureen's head. "Oh really? You never had an . . . ?” Maureen mouthed, "Orgasm?"

Nola vehemently hushed her sister.

"I didn't say it out loud, Nola."

"I know, but someone could read your lips."

"No one is here with us," Maureen whispered in a conspiratorial tone.

Realizing she was being silly, Nola continued, "So, can you believe that?"

"Actually yes, you’re very young, and he’s really your first mature relationship. And Quinton is a man."

Nola leaned over closer to Maureen, "So, he does this thing where . . ."

Maureen interrupted, "Honey, feel free to share things with me, but that should be your little secret, yours and Quinton's."

"Of course, you're right." Nola giggled, "I just got so excited."

"So I hear."

“It was heaven, Maureen. Simply heaven.”

"Mo, I’ve certainly come a long way since those days, and I’m no longer afraid to say orgasm."

"I'm sure you have. Do you remember what little trick of Quinton's that you wanted to tell me about?"

Nola burst out laughing, "No, I don't remember. There are so many of them, and I don't know which one I was referring to."

Maureen looked off to the dance floor, "I think Quinton is trying to get your attention."

“He is. I think my husband wants to take advantage of all the slow dances the band plays. God, I love him.” Nola got up, “No one wants to see him out there, getting his groove on again. I don’t know why he has no rhythm on the dance floor, when . . . . . ,” Nola knowingly winked at her older sister and breezed over to her waiting husband.

Slowly the party started winding down, Mrs. Renfield prepared to go back to the house, but not before she had some quiet time to speak with Quinton. It had taken a lot out of her to make such a long plane trip, but the joy she felt in spending so much time with young people could not be measured. While Nola danced with her son to a popular Maroon 5 song, Mrs. Renfield was able to carve some time alone with Quinton.

“My only regret, Quinton, is that your mother didn’t see all your happiness and meet your children.”

“I know. I feel the same. She would have adored Nola, and she would have been so proud of the kids.”

“I don’t know if I will be able to make that long trip out here again, but I am so happy for you. Seeing you and Nola back like this, makes me feel so content and at peace.” Quinton hugged Mrs. Renfield.

Effie helped Quinton and Nola get their things down to the car that was waiting to take them to their hotel suite for the night. The band continued to play, as the guests slowly departed. The kids stayed on the longest, making requests, dancing and playing CDs when the band wrapped up.