I knew that last week's blog was too smug! That's what I get for assuming that life offered clear sailing, when in fact it guarantees no such thing.
Who'd have guessed that when I was an infant Angelique arranged for me to marry a porcupine (which was how I was classified at the time), and that she didn't tell Dad. Of course there were a lot of things she didn't tell Dad during the course of their marriage (such as her serial adulteries) so this was in character. She assumed that telling him at the time would just cause problems, and she figured that he'd be out of the picture when the time came for me to marry anyway.
Obviously, Angelique's assumptions about life were as faulty as mine. Now, I have to repair the damage. (The Quinn's parents, the Rabelais, are already printing wedding invitations.)
