| The reception had ended and the newlyweds had just sneaked off to the honeymoon. After supper and champagne, the groom retired to the bedroom. But the bride pulled a chair up to the balcony doors and sat there, gazing at the stars. "Dear." Asked the somewhat impatient husband, "Aren t you coming to bed?" "No," she announced. "My mother told me this was going to be the most beautiful night of my life, and I don t want to miss a single minute of it. |