Her name was Nancy Ellen. It was a name that made you think of the
South and visions of women with long dresses and hoop skirts. She did not live in an old antebellum home,
but when speaking to her you couldn’t help but picture this in your mind. She had a deep Southern accent and when
entering a room no one could take their
eyes off her. She moved with grace and
there was no one that wanted to miss even a gesture or motion she made. All attention and concentration were upon
that small figure. There was warmth
coming from the heat of the church. The song she had chosen for the wedding
began to play as the mothers were ushered to their seats. The people began to stand waiting for the
special moment. The hours she had spent
preparing for her wedding wanting only perfection for this day was exhausting,
but well worth every moment. As she
walked slowly down the aisle, every eye was upon her. Slowly her lips curved and her eyes glittered
as she gracefully reached the altar.
William, the man of her dreams, extended his hand toward her and she
gently put her hand in his. Richard, her
brother performed the candlelight ceremony.
As they were pronounced man and wife, you could hear the sleet falling
and hitting the stained glass windows of the church. As they walked out of the church to get into
the limousine, rice from their friends and sleet from the cold hit their
faces. William and Nancy Ellen just
laughed and waved good-byes.
In December, and only one day
from Christmas Eve, William and Nancy Ellen decided to go to their new home for
the night and take a honeymoon when summer arrived. The roads were getting bad and it was only a
twenty-five minute drive from Cascilla to their home.
“Nancy Ellen, I want to carry you over the threshold,” said William. “Well, be extremely careful. I surely don’t want you to drop me or hurt
yourself,” she laughed. When the lights
were turned on and the heat set to warm
them, William pulled her close and held her.
“You smell of petaled flowers and scented
candles. I love you so much,” he
said. She held his hand ever so tightly
and he squeezed her shoulder and drew her next to him. “I love you too,
William. This day has been the most
exciting in my life,” she added. Nancy
Ellen cuddled closer to William. Mrs.
William Blake popped into her mind as she smiled at him.
As she started out the door, it
began to pour down rain. When she got in
her car and started down the street, she had a very hard time seeing where she
was going. It was almost like a guessing
game of where to turn next. No one in
their right frame of mind would be out in this if they didn’t have to be. She was amazed at how many cars were out at
this time. People at grocery stores,
cars packed at K-Mart, and eating at restaurants. “ Why would the people be
eating after nine o’clock at night? I
can understand some, but not this many,” she thought to herself. It took her about ten minutes to get to the
college after Curtis had called. He had
been standing there under the cover of the building all by himself. She pulled up and let the car window
down. She handed him his keys. She waited for him to reach his car and start
out of the parking lot. They pulled up
at the apartment and Nancy Ellen got out of her car. She walked over to help Curtis get to the
gate since she had an umbrella and he didn’t.
They still got soaked because the rain was pouring down and blowing
sideways. Once they entered the
apartment, Nancy Ellen went straight to her bedroom and Curtis went to the
bathroom. She heard the shower
going. “I guess he decided to take a
quick shower since he was already wet,” she thought to herself. By the time he got out of the bathroom, she
had her gown on and was ready for bed.
“Mom, where do you keep your iron and ironing board?” he asked. “Why are you going to iron this time of
night?” she asked. “I am going to
McAllen to see a friend,” he said. Nancy
Ellen swung around and looked at him.
She couldn’t believe what he just said.
“Curtis, are you crazy or something?
You know what the weather is like outside. We could barely see to get three miles from
the college. Now you tell me you are
going to McAllen, which just happens to be forty-five miles from here. You
can’t drive in this kind of weather. Use
some common sense, please. You are not
going,” she said with force. “Yes I am,
Mom! This is why I didn’t want to move
back in with you. When I was living on
my own, I did what I wanted to. You
aren’t going to tell me what to do. I am
going!” he said. “You know what, Curtis?
Something bad is going to happen to you one of these days by taking
chances in bad weather. It is storming
outside and you can’t even see where you
are. Go ahead-go!” Then, she slammed the door in his face and
went to bed. Within minutes she heard
the car starting up. She thought he
would go around the block and come back home, but he didn’t.
Around eleven o’clock the
telephone rang.