The
cottage behind the family estate had been renovated when Peggy was born. Enclosed by a dense wood and a garden that dated from the colonial era, it had a separate driveway that was not visible from the main entrance to the family home.
Sitting at her desk, surrounded by the latest issues of the legendary feminist magazine for which she was now a Contributing Editor, Abigail remembered Sunday afternoons and sometimes Monday nights when she, her daughter, and her own Father had gathered in front of the family big screen and together watched the Steelers play.
It was always a thrill to see the man to whom she was secretly married take the field in his black and gold uniform and tackle players from opposing teams. But now, in California advising their daughter on Offensive Line tactics, he was retired, while she stayed at home working. None of the games for which Peggy was Student Coach would be televised, and there was no Huygens football radio. Abigail was alone on this afternoon of the Huygens Humboldt game, and she did not even know the score.
It had been many years since her beloved needed to worry about the NFL draft, He was retired and no longer worried about being traded. Most of her co-workers would be accepting. Was Peggy's Father correct that it was time for a public wedding? Remembering the dramatic pleasure of his weekend visits, Abigail knew why she was concerned that a wedding would change her life.
