Janet, I love the skillful way / you beat the other girls (with whips!) / to the bride's bouquet

Among my siblings, the coordination and athletic ability are somewhat unequally distributed. Either you’re a professional ballet dancer, or you’re …well, the type to manage to pitch your wedding bouquet only about three feet behind you, like Ab did.

When Abby’s bouquet made its abrupt and quick landing, most of the single girls sort of didn’t know what to do, and just sort of stood rooted in their spots. The whole lot of them stood frozen for a few seconds, and then cousin Margaret got this “oh, for pete’s sake, what’s wrong with you all?” look on her face, and just walked up and took it. One of the many reasons why Margaret is great.

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