Author's Note:

Warning: Gilbert remembers a conversation he overheard of his landlady and her friends discussing the merits of men in bed and their form. This is based on a true story - see the end note.

Celebrating despite work being hectic I've had time to get back to writing (really haven't but made the time :-) and I've finished Chapter 21. Chapter 22 is the midpoint. Question - Who do you think in Avonlea who doesn't live at Green Gables should try to bonk some sense into Douglas Cuthbert and defend Anne at the Post Office? Who do you want to see for that? Key word is try...

Chapter 16: The Game

"Oh, I was tired of them all and simply couldn't be bothered with any of them today. Besides, I've been feeling a little blue—just a pale, elusive azure. It isn't serious enough for anything darker. I wrote Alec and Alonzo last week. I put the letters into envelopes and addressed them, but I didn't seal them up. That evening something funny happened. That is, Alec would think it funny, but Alonzo wouldn't be likely to. I was in a hurry, so I snatched Alec's letter—as I thought—out of the envelope and scribbled down a postscript. Then I mailed both letters. I got Alonzo's reply this morning. Girls, I had put that postscript to his letter and he was furious. Of course he'll get over it—and I don't care if he doesn't—but it spoiled my day. So I thought I'd come to you darlings to get cheered up. After the football season opens I won't have any spare Saturday afternoons. I adore football. I've got the most gorgeous cap and sweater striped in Redmond colors to wear to the games. To be sure, a little way off I'll look like a walking barber's pole. Do you know that that Gilbert of yours has been elected Captain of the Freshman football team?" - Chapter VI, Anne of the Island

Anne had refused to speak to Gilbert for two weeks after the dance. There were rumors flying through Redmond that she'd broken off their engagement for him getting fresh with her at the dance. But she was still wearing his ring, and Charlie Sloane whom insisted he was Gilbert Blythe's closest friend from back home spread the even more delicious gossip that Gilbert Blythe had been a goner and chasing Anne Shirley ever since he'd called her carrots in the fourth reader the day they met and she'd broken a slate on his head.

This year Charlie's price for silence had been Gilbert hosting Moody, Charlie's roommate for study sessions in the barn two nights a week. Charlie, had informed Gilbert and Moody that he'd cut back on his regulations as he'd read an article on men's health that a man needed to rest in between to build strength and stamina. Gilbert had failed to keep a straight face during that particular Sloane speech. Though Moody and Gilbert shared no classes, they quite enjoyed studying at the small round table in the barn room, often with Davy keeping them company with his own homework, or in the creation of his whittling project Gilbert had started him on. Davy was also the self appointed messenger as Anne still refused to speak to Gilbert. Plans were being made for Mrs. Lynde's arrival that Friday and the twins departure with her the following Monday. That they'd be there to see the first football game of the Junior team, Davy insisted was bully. Especially as Gilbert's work schedule at the drug store had been adjusted to work around practices and games.

The fellas on the team had teased him about his future bride. "Frigid" one of the fellas said, "best cut your strings now." He'd simply laughed and ask she was worth it. She was, wasn't she? Of course she was. He'd just have to keep trying. Many of Senior team and even a few of the Junior team were in the Lambs with Gilbert. They'd even joked perhaps his name in the Lambs should be Mrs. Frigid. He'd just do his best to laugh it off while he'd clench his fists.

His next attempt at peace that week was to request Dora's help to leave a wreath of fallen leaves he'd gathered on Anne's pillow with a note addressed to "Queen Anne." He'd been given no hint whether she'd received it. Any glance at him she'd turn quite red, and he worried about their wedding night in six years she'd be still be red at the sight of him, likely refusing to look at him. Perhaps he'd finally get her to speak normally again only for it to begin all over again on the wedding night. He'd had the misfortune to listen to three old biddies talk about men in the marriage bed back during his year of boarding at Queens. His landlady was having tea with friends, arriving to the kitchen just as he was in the kitchen pantry sneaking a snack as any growing boy might.

He'd been stuck listening to the three old ladies discussing their late husbands. "Ugly in bed as handsome he was out of it" One of them had insisted to the other two's agreement. "But then you must remember men cover up to hide the shame that the Good Lord made them first and fixed his mistakes when he created women."

The third had then spoken. "Ah, but though it's ugly it's quite useful. But truthfully it takes a wife a year or two to accustom to the sight. Some I am sure will never do of course."

He was doomed.

Dora had informed him, one afternoon while he looked over the twins school work during their final week in Kingsport that Anne and Stella were to pick up Mrs. Lynde as they'd been the most free with classes then. That Gilbert was free then was not mentioned. With no spare bedroom, Mrs. Lynde would be staying the weekend in Anne's room while Anne bunked with Phil. He'd been bombarded with traitorous thoughts of bunking with Anne. He'd brushed them away returning to the twins.

—

November nearly always dreary as it turned to gray in preparation for the white of winter had not yet lost all its fall colors. It was the second of November, and there remained a beautiful crispness in the air. Anne revealed in it as she walked with Stella towards the train station, stopping en route to pick up the mail for Patty's Place. There was a delightful letter to look forward to from Diana, half a dozen for the other girls, and one addressed to Gilbert in a rough hand she didn't recognize. That Stella whom normally took care of mail duty for the residents of Patty's Place said it wasn't the first of the letters that sender had sent Gilbert. That she'd normally spent this hour studying in the library with Gilbert she refused to think on. It had been two weeks since the dance, and she'd done her best to avoid him. It was unbearable.

She'd been unable to think much on her Prince Royal story unfortunately with Dora in the room at night, especially as Dora seemed to always catch Anne when she'd remove her ring to sleep. She'd be ever so sweet and ensure Anne had it back on before falling asleep. To make matters worse, every time she'd glance at Gilbert she'd be reminded of despite his promises that nothing would change, everything had changed. Stella as had all the girls attempted to get Anne to speak about what was going on between Anne and Gilbert, only for Anne to laugh it off. She was not quite use to public displays of affection and had told Gilbert not to kiss her on the dance floor.

Mrs. Rachel Lynde's train had arrived on time. They'd hailed a cab and the whole drive to Patty's Place they asked many questions of her travels. "I don't know if I'll be up to traveling such next fall Anne, dear." Mrs. Rachel said. "It was good to see my children I admit but I must say, I was mighty homesick for Avonlea and quite glad to be living at Green Gables even if it is out of the way from the road. Better Green Gables in Avonlea than anywhere not in Avonlea."

Anne couldn't agree more. She did not like to think of the day that would come when they'd have their marriage feast and wedding night and even worse, one day leave Green Gables. For some day they'd need their own home for Davy to make Green Gables his. But that was years off yet.

They were cozy that evening during supper squeezing one more person at the table. Dora whose chore it was both at Green Gables and at Patty's Place to set the table, had insisted that each must have their established seating. Aunt Jamesima occupied the foot of the table closest to the kitchen and Gilbert the head, for Dora had proclaimed he was the eldest man present. Anne was always placed to his right, and the twins on her right. Across from them always sat the other three girls. It had been a merry setup until the Sunday supper after the dance. She'd taken one look at him as they'd sat down to pray only for her active imagination to be traitorous and think of him sitting down without a stitch on. She'd flamed red and had been unable to look at him. It was mortifying. Worse than the nightmare Diana had confessed once of walking into the Avonlea school room without a stitch of clothing on convinced she was in her Sunday best. She'd done her best to ignore him, to avoid all thoughts of him and keep her eyes on the twins or the girls throughout the meal.

That night though, with the addition of Rachel Lynde the established seating chart had been thrown out. Mrs. Lynde due to her wide frame had been placed at the he'd with Gilbert squeezed in beside Anne on the Piano bench moved from the living room. Why the twins couldn't share instead she didn't understand, but then that might have been a disaster waiting to happen. She was pressed into Gilbert to keep them both from falling off. She'd done her best to not think of the real life example of the famous statue sitting beside her. She'd only looked at the page in the art book once by candlelight in the middle of the night after that disastrous dance. Not daring to let her mind wander there, she recited a poem about the orchard she'd composed on her way home before pulling the letter for him from her pocket. She'd handed him his letter as they'd sat down, and he'd not even bothered to open. "Did Fred write?"

"No." He said. "It's not important. I'll take care of it."

She felt as though she was on pins and needles squeezed beside Gilbert Blythe.

The twins were questioned throughly throughout supper on their visit to Kingsport by Mrs. Lynde, and reminded that they'd be back in the Avonlea school room where they belonged on Tuesday. That Mrs. Harrison had written that she'd see to the house being ready for their arrival while Mr. Barry who'd be heading that way anyways would be picking them up. "Island folk take care of their own."

They'd settled Mrs. Lynde into Anne's blue room with Dora, while Anne taking her things with her for the weekend settled in with Phil. They'd performed their toilet, and laughingly said goodnight to the other ladies, with prayers they climbed into bed. For once glad to not be questioned about removing her ring, Anne laid it on the dresser by her side of the bed.

The bed was small for two, of a size with Anne's old bed in the East Gable at Green Gables. They'd managed though and as Anne reached over to blow out the candle Phil spoke. "I'd letters again from both Alec and Alonzo again. Oh I'm afraid I truly can't decide. What if I choose one and forever more regret it? My mother's cousin, Juliet Spencer did that. Her husband, Herb Spencer was the most dashing of men. I remember the wedding. He was quite handsome and elegant. Then the horror after their honeymoon she'd come by to tea only to tell my mother that she'd discovered he wore a corset to keep anyone from seeing his belly extrude. I fear I shall find the same and have the misfortune that which ever I pick will have the same belly surprising me the morning after my wedding."

"I…"

"Does Gilbert wear a corset?"

"I…"

"You've been tending his laundry, though I suppose he could still hide it from you. Grant you I doubt he'd be the type. Now Charlie Sloane I'd expect as the type. But still, one never knows."

"No." Anne spoke decisively.

"Is it strange having a betrothal marriage? Not quite married and not quite engaged? I'd imagine it would be as strange as me making up my mind."

"Yes." Anne sighed. "I would give anything to turn back time and not need to marry, not loose Marilla."

"You wouldn't marry Gilbert then?"

"I don't think I would have ever married."

"Not even to Gilbert?"

"I…" Anne sighed. "I think not. I don't think I would have married anyone. Eventually I'm sure he would have fallen in love with a girl. But that's a bend in the road I could not see. Anyways, it's till death do us part. Gilbert… he's there when I need him. He gave up the Avonlea school for me when Matthew died, and… everything when Marilla died." Anne quietly sobbed. "He wasn't my dream, but…"

"He's your Gilbert, your anchor in stormy waters." Phil nodded. "I guess that's the problem. Neither Alec or Alonzo is that."

"Let's sleep." Anne said.

"I suppose you'd have to see him naked as the day he was born to be certain he's not wearing a corset." Mused Phil as she turned over to Anne. It was nearly a full moon and quite bright as the moon smiled into Phil's room. "You've seen him such! Do tell Anne!"

"It was an accident. Oh Phil. I've been ever so mortified and am reminded every time I see him. Please don't tell the girls or anyone."

"The blushing Anne of the past two weeks." Phil nodded. "My lips are sealed. Was he delicious, Gilbert I mean."

"Phillippa Gorden!" Anne nearly shoved her friend off the bed. "I prefer to not think on that!"

"Delicious then for your ever pink cheeks. Though I'm certain all of Redmond thinks you can't stand him after your slap to his kiss. I will sleep peacefully though knowing that there is hope then for me yet. That is, if I ever can decide."

—

Gilbert woke early as usual, stretching before waking up Davy. After the boys saw to the chores, Gilbert sent Davy put to the main house for breakfast, while he ate some soaked oats in front of his textbooks at the small table in their room slugging down the thickest coffee he could make. He'd waved at the main house on his run into town to his job, with his bag over his shoulder. The air was brisk.

Among the fella's it was established rumor that he'd taken a hired man's room at a barn near the park and near the elusive Patty's Place housing half the coeds of the sophomore year. That he was also given the evasive boon of supper with the ladies beyond the Friday evenings when they were home to visitors was assumed to be a perk of being engaged to one of the ladies. Though Ronald Stuart at the last Lambs meeting had joked that there had to be some perks to being engaged to the Frigid Queen.

That he slept little was assumed for all that he was doing. That morning as he ran despite the coffee he found himself yawning. He'd arrived at the drug store as the sun was rising, ready to help open. It was a busy morning, but leaving at eleven for the football field, he'd brought bread and cheese with him and ate as he changed for the warm up before the game.

They were playing the senior team that day, and almost all of Redmond was present. They'd entered the field and he'd glanced at the bleachers to see the ladies of Patty's Place with a few other friends in a group cheering him on. He blew a kiss to Anne before calling his team to a huddle.

"Ha," One of the fellas laughed. "Only way Gilbert can dare kiss his girl is to throw her a kiss. Does she slap you or just break a slate each time you kiss her goodnight?"

"Neither." Gilbert growled. "Focus on the game Wilson."

The game was going amazingly well. They'd been holding their own against the varsity, when the fourth quarter started. Gilbert singled for the play. He'd glanced then up at the bleachers only to fail to see Anne. Where was she? He half paid attention to the play, the ball was at the other end. Then it came right towards him followed by three of the burliest varsity players.

His last thoughts was worry about where Anne had gone.

—

As the betrothed of the Junior team captain Anne felt all eyes on her. She'd never followed the game closely, going in support of Gilbert and good cheer than truly caring about the game. She'd seen him blow a kiss to her and after Phils words had been tempted to blow one back due to the gossip. Instead she'd simply smiled and waved.

She began to imagine that the game was a game of war between the fall leaves. The Junior team the maple leaves with the seniors the oaks. She envisioned them waving and flying about in a war for which would win only to flow out all their leaves. She could see beyond the field some such trees, almost gone of all their fall splendor.

Lines began to form in her mind. Oh if she'd only brought a notepad and pencil with her! They'd called for the break before the fourth quarter. If she was quick. She could run up to the library and in the nook she loved so well, where she and Gilbert loved to study he'd kept a pencil and paper stashed. "You never know." Not that they both managed to spend much time there together with one or the other often needing to be home to oversee the twins.

She could be back before the game commenced.

She whispered her plans to Pris who was closest, stating that she wished to write an ode to the junior team for Gilbert. Then rushed off.

The pencil and paper were just where he stashed it. That he'd carved in a corner their initials she'd rolled her eyes about. But she really must return quickly. The librarian saw her and came over to speak. "I'm sorry Mr. Grundy, but I must return to the game."

She'd returned to the shock of the game finished.

"Anne!" Stella rushed to her. "Where were you? They've taken Gilbert to the medical tent. He was asking for you, Pris said you had to freshen up."

"Gil…"

"Come on."

She'd been pulled by Stella and Pris over to the medical tent.

"No Co-eds." The coach said, his arms crossed.

"I'm his betrothed." Anne said. "Please, is he alright?"

"Soon as they've examined we'll let you know. Not decent yet."

"Please, tell him I'll be waiting for him here." Anne sighed.

"You were ever so long." Pris said.

"Oh I'd wanted to write a poem I'd thought of… Of the Oaks and the Maples, as the Juniors and Varsity teams battled. I wanted to write down the lines before I forgot."

Gilbert was helped out of the medical tent then. His arm in a sling as he limped out. "Anne! I didn't see you."

She didn't think and rushed into his good arm. "Oh Gilbert. I was working on a poem for your team and had gone for paper and pencil. For your teams were as maples and oaks batting only for you… Will you be alright?"

He kissed her forehead. "I'll recover, though I'm done playing for the season. There's some mean bruising my shoulder was dislocated. I'll… I won't manage all the farm chores at the barn for a bit."

"Never mind that," She signed. "We'll all pitch in."

"Well, it's clear that this football game is quite a heathen game Gilbert Blythe." Mrs. Lynde declared as she approached them with the twins. "What is the world coming to that you're wasting a good education doing this? Landsakes I don't think I could ever watch a football game again without fear for the players lives."

—

Gilbert was sore, painfully sore and had asked Davy for help with undressing that evening and applying the salve all over. "Gilbert, It was bully the game before you were hit. I swear that there must have been stampeded on by all of the variety team. I was thinking of forming our own team in Avonlea only now I don't know."

"You won't be distracted by looking for your girl and miss that the ball and opposing team are running right at you."

"No." Davy shook his head. "But Anthony Pye will no doubt. He was gone set on Mabel White last summer. Think I missed a lot being gone?"

"Likely."

"How soon you think I'll be old enough to farm Green Gables, won't be able to come out that fall though."

"I think the rules change when you're sixteen. At least the six months of the year needing me to live with you."

"What if Dora had been the heir or Anne? I want to know."

"Well, I guess old William Cuthbert didn't trust women. They had to be as old as Marilla in his book to run Green Gables. Rather foolish."

"Glad I'm not a girl then."

Gilbert laughed only to groan. Everything ached. "Don't forget your bath. You've got Mrs. Lynde to look behind your ears that they're clean, not just Anne."

"What about yours?"

"Don't think I could stand up long enough to bathe."

Sunday morning he was stiff and sore. He moved slowly and willed himself to keep moving forward. He'd dressed in his Sunday suit, escorted Davy to the main house where they joined the ladies for Aunt Jamesina's pancakes. For once, Anne thought flushed, she'd not turned away instead approaching him with concern. "Perhaps you best stay home and rest Gilbert."

"I'll be fine. A nap after church though sounds heavenly if you and Mrs. Lynde can keep Davy occupied and out of our room."

"Of course!" Anne smiled, before blushing again and turning away.

He'd bit his lip through the service, wincing at the wooden benches and just wanting to lay down. Anne had insisted on seeing to his comfort, and as soon as they'd returned had asked Davy to help her make Gilbert comfortable in his bed.

He'd insisted he could undress himself when Anne tried to remove his tie. Just sleep was all he needed. He'd see to the chores that evening though. Davy insisted he could for once do them all. Glad to just rest, Gilbert nodded. He'd watched as Davy added some wood to the small pot bellied stove in their little barn room, before running out.

He'd slept though he'd woken to hearing the rain pour down outside. Too exhausted in the dim light to rise and light a lantern he'd fallen back to sleep.

—

It was a jolly afternoon. Mrs. Lynde was quite the comfort of home, and with a roaring fire. They'd heard it begin to rain, and then pour with a fierceness. Supper time came, and as Gilbert still had not appeared, Anne sent Davy to fetch him, wearing Anne's rubber coat. The boys returned just as the meal was being laid. And Gilbert stiffly took a seat beside Anne.

"Landsakes Gilbert Blythe," Mrs. Lynde declared, "You look worse then yesterday. If you were my Thomas, rest his soul I'd send you strait to bed with a tray."

"I'm fine Mrs. Lynde." Gilbert said before reaching for a roll with his good arm.

The only good news about his injury Anne thought, was that his writing for his school work would not be affected.

The rain had thankfully stopped by the time the boys were ready to return to their room. "Now Davy I expect you to be packed by breakfast. Anything you forget you won't see until Anne and Gilbert come home."

"Don't worry! I'm nearly packed already." Davy grinned.

Anne kissed him on the forehead. "Goodnight Davy."

"Don't I get a kiss goodnight?" Gilbert pouted. "I'm your injured betrothed."

Anne swallowed. They were all watching. She should truly. There was a bruise coming out of his collar exposed. To kiss the bruise, his cheek or forehead. A traitorous thought suggested his lips.

He was injured though and she assumed that was what he wanted, so she leaned in to kiss the top of the bruise peaking out from his collar.

He whispered only for her ears. "I'd offer for you to kiss the other bruises. But that would scandalous Aunt Jimsie and Mrs. Lynde. Night Anne girl."

He'd then kissed her check before leading Davy out into the wet cold yard.

"They will be warm enough? For it's rather blistery cold even in here." Mrs. Lynde asked. "That's one comfort of Green Gables. Matthew Cuthbert and his father built it snug."

They'd woken early, made certain bags were packed and waved off Mrs. Lynde and the twins as a cab came to take them to the station. Anne had classes all morning but was met by Gilbert in the main hall after her last class. "Escort you home?" He asked.

She nodded taking his arm. They'd talked of classes that day, and she'd did her best to not think of the future or what he looked like without anything on. That was too much of a reminder of what would one day come.

He'd had no more classes for the afternoon, and she'd insisted he lay down on the couch in the living room while they studied. He'd felt more refreshed after supper, insisting he could manage with the barn chores only for Anne to insist on helping him. "For it wouldn't do for you to hurt yourself more, Mr. Blythe."

"Course not, Mrs. Blythe." He whispered back to her. She'd felt her world constrict slightly at his words.

—

He'd survived the injury that was certain. Within a month the bruises began to fade, and though still stiff and his shoulder requiring extra stretches to restore each morning. He was confident to play the next year and had plenty cheers. That he'd held onto the ball preventing the Varsity team of directly winning and survived nearly their whole team piling on him was considered a mark of victory for the underclassmen. He wrote only when needed, asking Anne to respond to Fred's and his parents letters leaving his sore arm only for school work. Only those letters that he'd kept from Anne did he respond. One short note to Mr. Douglas Cuthbert notifying him that Gilbert was taking care of his family.

With Davy gone, he'd thrown himself into his studies, often leaving books open on the cot and table. Anne at times would join him to study in his room and he'd be tempted to think of the bed behind him as he'd argue with her over their latin paper at the table. At times they'd be joined by others or would study together in the living room with the girls.

That Anne was still quite shy about displays of affection, and hated them even more in public he still had a nagging worry. He'd brushed off the constant teasing from the other men on the team, or when he'd hear rumors about her reaction to his kiss in public. Truly though it was frustrating it was perhaps for the best. When Anne would pour her passion into something, she'd hold nothing back. And he doubted his own resolve if she ever turned her own passions onto him. He would not chance them risking their future, his medical school and one day practice for a moment of passion which though not sinful due to their marriage, was certainly not responsible.

He daydreamed of his future with Anne, imagining holding her in his arms as he drifted to sleep. He did his best to not think of the passionate encounters they would enjoy in their marriage bed. Instead to dwell on simply holding her. To never let go. Her cold toes rubbing up his legs seeking warmth after she'd stayed up too late to write a poem or that novel he could not wait to read that he knew she was writing. He was rather proud of his wife. Unfortunately more often then not rather then resort to Charlie's methods of regulation he spent quite a lot of time running or seeing to the farm chores and doing his best to think if anything not Anne.

That it was freezing in the barn become more clear each day. The house itself was drafty and every blanket was used. He'd bundle up under blankets with heating bricks only to find ice in the wash basin and when the first snow came in the end of November with a vengeance, the wind forced it through the cracks and he'd woken to find a dusting of snow over his quilts.

The girls were just as cold, though thankfully without the snow drifts. He'd heard that Phil had snuck into Anne's bed just to get warm and he'd wished he'd been able to do so himself, though not with Phil in the bed already. His traitorous mind wondering how he could arrange an excuse to sleep with his wife in his arms, and gift Phil with a new hot water bottle to keep his wife's bed to himself. Would he ever survive this betrothal marriage?

November came to an end, and December came with its finals and studies. He'd escorted Anne to the Lambs Christmas party, the Christmas Dance, and even to a play put on by the theater group. She still blushed quite often when looking at him, but he found the whole thing quite cute now.

The newspaper reported only days before they were due to return home that the Ice Ferry from Pictau to Charlottetown was still running, though with more and more delays as it struggled to break through the growing sea ice between the mainland and the island. Stella and Pris made plans to remain on the mainland visiting cousins with Aunt Jamesina while Phil went home to to the land of Alec and Alonzo.

Anne and Gilbert made a merry party with Charlie and Moody speaking of home on the train ride. Anne had been enthralled through the whole train ride with a new book Phil had given her for an early Christmas gift, Ivanhoe. He'd flirted with her as they made their way to the Scotsman Inn, laughingly debating with her over Ivanhoe, having read much of it over her shoulder on the train.

They'd arrived to find that only one room was left for the four of them. "Anne will take it of course, we'll bunk in the common room." Moody suggested.

"Nonsense. We will give them twenty minutes of privacy in the room to complete their regulations, Mother does advice, you know Moody, that a man should maintain a schedule and a man that takes more then fifteen minutes to complete all his regulations, clean up and be prepared for bed is a poor excuse for a man."

"But Anne's reputation… They don't know the truth at Redmond." Moody whispered, glancing back. Gilbert was only half listening to them as Anne still had her nose in her book searching for a passage to defend her declaration of the true love of Ivanhoe.

"I don't see anyone in the Redmond crowd, and we know the truth." Charlie stated. "Let's drop our bags off and then give them twenty minutes. I expect Gilbert that you won't do your regulations on our bed and that you'll clean up, and ensure that you're both respectable in bed when we return."

"Regulations?" Anne asked.

Author's Note:

True story. On the way to my parents wedding, or dress rehearsal (My mom doesn't remember which it was) my mom was riding beside her Nana, the matriarch of the family. When Nana patted my mom on the knee and warned her, "Men are quite ugly in bed." She had no clue how to respond to that nor time as she was then whisked out to begin the next stage of preparations for the wedding. If you were to ask, I would imagine Nana was in her youth much like Phil. You never knew what you would hear.

Stay tuned next week… Of course Charlie will explain… It's Charlie after all.